I had to share with you, pics of what is currently gently blowing dry on my washing line.
Very old patchwork, recently purchased, hand stitched, with the most delightful, colourful prints.
A joyous hand crafted creation, with a story no doubt, to tell. For me, a pleasure to own.
Not only have I gloried in the texture, print and coloures but also in washing it. I find I am now of an age, I have to admit, that buying an old textile and gently soaking it in a bucket (only if appropriate, of course) and gently stirring until the water turns an ugly brown, brings a smile of satisfaction and when the washing is complete and the piece has either been hand or machine washed and is ready to dry, the feeling is almost excitement...
Huh, what is that all about?
Excitement used to be when Earth, Wind and Fire released a new LP.
Or I got asked out by the fella I fancied (sadly, that rarely happened),
receiving my wages in cash in a brown envelope and having the lot to spend on clothes and going out to the pub and dancing to Boogie Nights.
Then life changed, I met the current husband and let's say, life got all of a sudden...different.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am no domestic goddess. A launderess I am not. I do not iron socks and knickers like my dear mother in law...but as time has gone by, I am getting a strange sense of deep satisfaction to have a washing line of clothing drying on a warm, blowy spring day...unlike in the winter when washing is draped over radiators and airers etc. etc. (I am probably one of the remaining few who do not have a tumble dryer).
So here I am, having bared my all and confessed that bringing out stains and dirt from vintage fabrics does it for me!
I hasten to add that this is not my only pleasure in life :-)
If vintage fabrics are part of your life too, don't forget that there will be many gorgeous fabric, haberdashery and vintage textiles to be had at the vintageandhandmadetextilefair 4th June, at Chipping Sodbury.
Hope to see you there.
Billy couldn't give a hoot!
Thanks for stopping by.x