Vintage

Mid-Century Home

Hello again. I'm just letting you guys know, in case any of you might be looking for a house in the DC area. B's mom's house just went on the market this week.

It is located in the W.T. Woodson school district in Fairfax, VA.

You can take a virtual tour or if you are in the DC area, attend the open house on May 10.The one acre yard is filled with different flowers for blooms throught the spring and summer. The back yard has the world's best swing.B's parents built the house in 1961. Here are some photos of the house back then.Read more about the house here.  

Tiny Pieces

I'm back from a whirlwind trip to Houston for fall Quilt Market. I haven't fully digested it all yet but I wanted to share some of my favorites from the antique booths.

You all know I have a weakness for quilts with tiny pieces. Have a look at these. I put my lens cap in the photos for size comparison.

I love a good feathered star. There was a double row of the little sawteeth all the way around the quilt.These snowball blocks were pretty sweet.

How about these little fans? Sigh.

It makes me want to cut and sew all my scraps.

This star block was interesting in that not all of those star points worked out the same. This was made by a "make it work" quilter. The slice of muslin at the point on the right sure adds interest to the quilt.

Now We're Talkin'

They just don't make them like the used to. That is so true. Some of the old things are much better than new. This little beauty now sits on my freshly cleaned desk. How can I have a cluttered desk with THIS sitting on it? I tell you this will change my desk keeping habits1 - or so I hope. I love this "new" phone. It makes such a satisfactory sound when you dial up a friend and it is heavy enough that it doesn't move when you use it. Someone please call me so I can hear it ring!! It replaces this less than perfect but still fun phone.

While cleaning my desk, (I did a deep clean involving the drawers!) I found the box of 64 crayons I had as a child. I remember wanting the 64 color box for a long time. My sisters and I had lots of crayons that we kept in a shoe box all jumbled together. Many were broken but we still loved to color with them. I remember visiting my friend Mary and when we started to color together she got out her crisp new box of 64 crayons. Those crayons were lined up like little soldiers wearing pointy hats. Oh, that is when it hit. Crayon envy.  I finally did get a new box - much later.  It was so special that I made sure I labeled that box. My name is written on it in at least three places. And as you can see, I was old enough to write in CURSIVE!

The box in the background is the box I bought for the 64 colors project. (The colors have new names and I had to make sure I was finding the right color for my photos.)

I think the old box graphics are much better.

Maybe I just don't want to grow up. Whatever it is, these things gave me a little thrill today.Oh, and look what I found at a rummage sale this weekend - a flower shaped hankie!

Fun stuff.

I'm off to do some food preservation. We have garlic scapes and strawberries coming out of our ears and the peas are coming on strong too. We'll be shelling peas till the cows come home later in the week. I love it when the freezer is full of home grown garden bounty!

Fit for a Queen

P said the other day that she wanted to make the space under the stairs a "queenly place" for queens, princesses, and fairies. I have helped her start the transformation.

We went through my bins of thrifted fabrics and linens and found a green toile tapestry of birds and leaves to hang on the wall and she chose a few other fancy items for decoration.  We also draped a large piece of red and white damask fabric across the opening.

D installed some hooks for her to hang some "queenly things." and B fixed a lamp for light.

She says she will draw some queenly things to decorate the backs of the stairs.

M has fun getting in there and playing games with her.

Overall she seems thrilled with the space. It is fun to have a doorway to such a magical place in my sewing room.

Eventually it will be a storage space for me but for now, it will be a place fit for a queen, or princess, or fairy, (or maybe even a mermaid she says).

Vintage Yardage

I thought you might want to see some vintage fabric yardage.

I found these long forgotten pieces of fabric yesterday while looking for something else in the sewing room. There is at least three yards of each.

I love that they are all the old narrow width- and just look at that lovely selvedge. Sigh.

Summer has arrived but I still don't spend much time outside because of the mosquitoes. I am eagerly awaiting the day they blow away.

In the mean time I am trying to be productive with my time in the house. I have decided that one of my summer projects will be to finish as many unfinished projects in the sewing room as I can. You know, cleaning up the slow way. I am determined to get some of these piles cleared up.I am on my way with these star blocks that I made today. That is all I need to finish a queen size quilt that I started at Beaver Island Quilt Retreat in 2004!!

If I hadn't put four of the blocks in this quilt and mailed it away I would have only needed to make three more blocks. Three. That was all I needed to finish a queen size quilt.

That is what I get for not finishing it at the time. I have had the unfinished top and fabrics to finish it in a pile for almost SIX YEARS.

Yes, its time has come.

Is anyone else up for a summer of Project UFO? Let's get those projects finished!!

The Big Sewing Room Clean Up

Some of you may know that we live in an old farm house. We have s-l-o-w-l-y been renovating it for over twenty years.Shortly after M was born the tiles in the shower of our only bathroom started falling off the wall. We had made plans to put two bathrooms upstairs so we decided not to spend the time to fix the bathroom that was to be torn out and turned into our mudroom.

Well, M is now 16. And we still have no bathrooms upstairs. We are still not using the shower in the downstairs bath.  Sixteen years of baths. The sink has started leaking into the basement.  So it goes.

Now is the time. We are putting in the upstairs bathrooms. We have adjusted the plans and are getting ready to make some progress.

The flooring in the upstairs bath areas was removed years ago and used to repair the floors in the other rooms of the house. The next step is to remove the temporary plastic ceiling that has been in my sewing room for 18 years so that the plumbing can be installed.  There will be lots of dust and debris.SO yesterday was spent cleaning in the sewing room so that everything does not get buried in debris. I am starting at the construction end of the room and going through everything. I found many piles of vintage patterns that I have picked up at sales. In sorting them to file them by size and style I found that I am TOTALLY prepared in the doll clothes department.

Any size doll and any style of dress. I now have half a copy box of doll dress patterns...  It's a sickness.

Have any of you ever seen a looping needle? Well here it is! After looking at the directions it appears that someone has developed a really complicated way to crochet. I could be wrong but really, that is how it looks. If all of my crochet hooks break or get lost I am ready and even have 22 EXCITING patterns to make!  This is just one of the many strange and quirky sewing/crafting items I have accumulated.

I found this partially made smocked dress. It is a size four. If I hurry P might be able to wear it. I didn't check to see if all of the pieces are there.

I think it may be too late for this one. It is a much smaller size but I really like the fabric. Someone even started the smocking.

Do you think these hat designs will be coming back? Bow ties might already be back in. Didn't Martha demonstrate how to make them on her show recently?  Those rick rack flowers are pretty special -that is an idea I think I can use.

I am telling you. It is a jungle in here. Look what else I found. Yes, I wore that on my head when I got married.  It looked a bit fresher then.

I had better get back to work. That ceiling is coming down on Friday!

I wonder what treasures I'll find today.   

Sew Handy

O.K. Call me a softy. I saw this toy sewing machine and had to get it for P. It would have been silly to get it for myself so I say that it is for her. We gave it to her last night and she said she did not want to go to bed; she wanted to sew. The poor dear. I know just how she feels.

She has a real sewing machine; one that I think will be safe for her to use.  It is hand crank powered.This morning she got right to work.

She made a pillow with fluffy stuff inside and a smaller "bean" bag filled with rice.

Later, I found the pillow on her bed in her room, right where her head would be.

She has plans for more projects.  She wants to sew a hat, a sweater, and she says her doll needs and apron that can tie in the back. I may not have a problem with scraps building up any more.  I noticed that P knew just were to go to get the squares she used to make her pillows.

The Singer Sewhandy sews with a chain stitch.  I think I may be trying it out myself. We can try it with different threads, or sew from the back so the chains end up on the front, or maybe even try some quilting on a doll quilt with it.  Oh, the possibilities.

Hello?

I think I may be the last person I know who does not have a cell phone. But, then, I don't want one so that's good news. I like my old rotary phone, though I do wish it were black and a bit heavier. I like that it is simple; it doesn't break. I don't have to program it and I don't have to worry about accidentally dropping it in the toilet. It sits next to my computer on my desk. 

I don't really like to spend a lot of time on the phone. I hesitate to have phone time bleeding over into other things that I like and want to do. 

I remember my mom using a pen to dial the rotary phone that we had when I was growing up. If the conversation was very long, she would sit on the stairs behind the wall where our phone was kept. We had a heavy black phone that would not budge even if the receiver cord was stretched across the room.

My sisters and I had the job of reserving a racquet ball court for our father each week. The lines at the local university gym would open at 7:00 in the morning and we would have to call continually to get through to get a court. There was no redial and, of course, we would have to wait for the dial to tick back to its starting position after each number. I still like that sound; it gives me time to gather my thoughts as I dial.

We were also forced to remember phone numbers. I still remember numbers of my childhood friends, even some of my sisters' friends. It is interesting how times and technology have changed though.

How strange the first phone conversations must have been and how very special it must have been to keep in touch with far away family. Instantaneous and vocal connection to distant loved ones was not possible before. The reasons for phone use have changed a lot over the years and I am not sure they are all good.  I like to keep my phone conversations close to the purpose of keeping in touch with far away friends and family. For friends and family who live close, I would rather arrange for a time to meet in person and have a visual connection while talking.

Sometimes, I have business for which I need to call. I call and rarely get a human  ("Press one, two, three, four...").  Most of these prerecorded or computer generated messages used to end with "If you are not calling from a touch tone phone, please stay on the line..."  They don't anymore. They just hang up on you in a very impersonal way. Sad, don't you think? I have learned to make business calls from the kitchen on our other phone which is a touch tone and also has an answering machine in it.

A cell phone could make some situations easier, but I am not sure that easy is what I want. My oldest son and his father recently attended a scholarship awards dinner an hour and a half away. I was eager to hear news of the outcome, but, it was also fun to wait and wonder (even if they didn't get home until midnight).  Cell phones would allow me to communicate with my teens to coordinate after school activities, but, I like that we make a plan in the morning and stick with it. I think it is important for them to think about their plans and how they fit in with the rest of the family. If phone use were easier, I would probably use it more. I might take it with me. I might talk on my cell phone at the park instead of playing with my daughter or meeting other parents.

I like that my rotary phone makes me think about my telephone time.

Collecting Eggs

I made this basket over 20 years ago, when I was in college. 

We use it to collect eggs and bring up potatoes and onions from our basement storage area.

My basket is made in the same design as this one, which was made by my great grandfather. I only use this basket for display now, as I am afraid it will break. It is old and brittle.

Both baskets were used at our wedding reception. I lined each with a cloth napkin and put birdseed in them.  Before we left the reception a couple of children walked around with these baskets and offered birdseed to the guests who wanted to toss some on us when we went to our car.

I have been thinking about family heirlooms and how they get to be "heirlooms." My great grandfather probably made more than one basket to be used on the farm. This one happened to last long enough for my mother to save it after it fell out of regular use. I doubt is was more special than the others he made except for the fact that this one lasted. I am using the baskets I made years ago. In fact, we used one so much that the reed weaving on it has broken and fallen out. That one is no longer usable and  I have it in the basement with the idea that someday I will reweave it.

This makes me wonder about what things will be passed down in my family. Which things that I have made will reach future generations?  Will it be the "ugly" quilts that don't get used that end up surviving or the things that are very special and only seldom used? The family favorites will be very worn, maybe even "worn out" and thrown away.  I am sure there is a bit of luck involved too.  What is it that we learn about our ancestors from the items they pass down?  I would like to know about the much loved heirlooms that didn't last. What stories could they tell? What treasured family memories are lost with the items that helped make them special?

The Cult of the Needle

How could I pass up a book with this title? I found this great little book at a used book store. It was printed in England around 1910.

It contains directions on how to do many kinds of needlework, embroidery, and lace making.  It also has several very practical chapters. The one called "The Mending Basket" is particularly interesting.  The author, Flora Klickmann, talks about preventative mending: "We have heard that in China it is the custom to pay the family doctor to keep his patients in good health rather than to call him in only after illness has laid the sufferer low. Many of us applaud this system, but have neither the opportunity nor, perhaps, the courage, to defy conventions in our own country.

But why not pursue the same wise course in dealing with household mending? It works admirably.

Take the proverbial stitch that "saves nine" in very good time, even before there is any apparent need for it, and you'll find it will work miracles."

Flora did not think highly of "ready-made frocks" either. She recommends that you resew all buttons and reinforce sleeves and hems "before the garment is worn for the first time, to overcome the little deficiencies that we may expect to discover in the 'ready-mades.'"

I think she was also not a fan of the "modern laundry."  It is the cause of much of our mending! "Where our mothers could keep their under clothing in good condition for years, ours is torn to shreds, and some of it comes home ragged and tattered most weeks from the average laundry. Knicker frills go very quickly, and often need replacing." She then explains a simple way to renovate the knickers.

She talks about choosing quality materials and techniques for your work."

I want to urge those of you who have any time to give to needlework to remember that this is as much an art as painting and music and architecture. You can be blunting- or elevating- your artistic sense (and that of other people) by the type of work you produce and display, just as much as by the type of picture you  hang upon your wall.  You will be lowering your ideals by doing shoddy work and false work, just as you will be raising them by doing work that is thorough and conscientious."By false work she means "the sort of work that strives by cheap tricks to look like something that it isn't."

The chapter called "The Educational Value of the Doll" is also very  much worth reading.  "The child who has helped to put together her doll's combinations, will have no difficulty in making her own later on, neither will she be perplexed when she in turn has little people to sew for."

"This instruction as to the doll's wearing apparel is only the beginning of the educational possibilities of the doll.  The next step is to encourage the little girl to see to the household linen and general furnishings of the doll's house."

Show her how to make the small feather bed, and how to stuff the pillows.  She can make a little mattress from small cloth clippings; this will teach her the value of tiny waste bits of material..."I think a lot of what Flora wrote is still applicable today. Her notes on quality are right on the mark.   Along the same lines I remember my mother saying "if something is worth doing, it is worth doing right!" I agree with her thoughts on the dolls too. There are many life skills to be learned from caring for dolls. I do a lot of mending too but I have to admit I don't often mend undergarments.

Darn

I started darning B's socks twenty years ago when we were first married. I did it then because we didn't have much money. Those wool socks he liked to wear were expensive and we wanted to make them last. At first I used bits of leftover yarn. Then, when a pair got too worn for darning I unraveled it and used the leg yarn to darn the other socks.

I enjoy darning the socks because I feel a connection to my ancestors. They were thrifty folk. I also get to use this wonderful darning egg that belonged to my great grandmother. B now wears socks that I knit for him. He likes those better than the store bought as they fit his foot exactly and don't have a seam on the toe. I still darn these socks for him as it is much quicker to darn a hole in the toe or heel that to knit a new pair. He also likes plain "utility" socks which are not the most interesting to knit. I darn his socks so that I can have time to knit socks with yarn like THIS.  

I am planning a couple of fair isle pairs for myself. I liked both the top hank AND the bottom with the gold in the middle so I had to buy all three!!! I will get several pair from them.

It's the Process

Years of crafting and needlework projects have taught me things about myself. I enjoy the process of making something. For me the fun is in the making more than the finished product.

When I started making greeting cards to sell, I decided that I would put my shop web address on the back of each card. I could have ordered a stamp that would make the process very quick. Instead, I searched until I found this little gem.

I really enjoy using this old Royal typewriter at my Steelcase desk. I feel like a kid playing office when I type out my mailing labels and make greeting cards. I like the clickety clack sound and the feel of the glass keys under my fingertips. It is not about speed and production. It is about enjoying the process.

Hoping you enjoy the process of all that you do today.

doll clothes

I remember the excitement at our house when my mother won this doll and extravagant handmade wardrobe. The evening dress has individually sewn rhinestones and came with a white fur stole.  She also has a red crinoline under that dress.

Her wardrobe included day outfits and coats and even matching hats and purses.

She has some sporty summer wear and even a swimsuit that somehow did not make it into the photo. Look at that hand embroidery on the blue shift.

She has some casual mix and match separates.

No wardrobe would be complete without undergarments, a nightgown, and bathrobe.

The clothes all have hand finishing and tiny little snaps and buttons. I wonder about the person who made all of these and never saw the children who spent so much time playing with them. I am curious what her group was raising money for and wonder how much they made by raffling the doll and clothes.

I may make detailed doll clothes for one of Ps dolls one day (this one is fragile and is for display) but now I am making simple dresses like this:

and this: