Rummage Sale Find
Yesterday I went to a huge rummage sale at a local church, and found these cute vintage dish towels.
Yesterday I went to a huge rummage sale at a local church, and found these cute vintage dish towels.
Looking back at my resolutions from last year, I accomplished about half. I am happy with that. Big Projects I finished repairing our friend Chuck’s quilt, not much more than a year after… Continue reading
When I think of “household embroideries,” I think of framed cross stitch samplers on the wall, or some pillowcases with daisy-stitched flowers with French knot centers. But last week I got to visit… Continue reading
In going through the old papers from my husband’s family, I have come across an inventory from 1844, from his great-great-great-grandfather’s estate. I don’t have the original, I am working from a Xerox… Continue reading
On our way to the Maryhill Museum of Art, we had time to meander and stop at little towns and scenic overlooks. In the historic district of Ellensburg, we had a delicious breakfast,… Continue reading
Finding clues in the most unlikely of places… More beautiful textiles arrived from my mother-in-law’s house. She told me that her in-laws had traveled to the West and Mexico on camping vacations every… Continue reading
When my sister saw this one on the design wall, she said, “Whew, that’s bright!” Well, I live surrounded by a wall of green on all four sides of our property, and I… Continue reading
I love this current series of Cee’s: Photo Ops in Your Own House. I had so many ideas for this installment — I have dishes, pots, and pans from three generations before me,… Continue reading
These towels are based on a draft from Malin Selander’s Swedish Handweaving, which has a lovely cover that looks like a handwoven inlay. I love this book, but since it was issued in… Continue reading
…and he takes it with admirable grace. Last weekend we went to an antique festival in town. My usual routine is to cruise through quickly, snapping up anything I know I want, and… Continue reading