Hello folks. Feeling a slight better today, thank you very much! I hope all of you are doing well and feeling the warmer Spring breeze.
After a week of being restricted I decided to check out the sewing room mess. You never know what you may find there. I wasn't thinking and sat on the wheeled office chair at the sewing machine. No arms, no cane for support, Mark is golfing, no way to get up. But baby I got wheels. That was fun except for the speed bump where carpet meets hardwood.
I've been going through the old tablecloths as I had previously mentioned, checking to see what I could salvage and what was hopeless. Many beautiful linen prints, very few cotton. Some had areas that were just not acceptable, such a burn marks. A beautiful pale yellow with gray and white roses was large enough for a shower curtain in Carole's bath and a little valance for the tiny window. So I started wondering what I could use these vintage cloths for instead of discarding. Curtains, valances, sachet bags, hearts, drawstring pouch for the bath or peg board, clothespin bag, lots of things. A shame to trash a large old piece because of one area that can be cut away. So that was my plan. I have three cotton that will hopefully go to a new home, and eight linen prints for the vintage shop. The rest are piled in my sewing room. Since I couldn't get out of the chair, I just wheeled to the pile, then to the scissor drawer, then to the sewing machine, and back and forth to the ironing board. Came up with these from Mom's red cloth with dogwoods that my Uncle Tony's cigarette burned decades ago.
I can see a bowl full of tucks and hearts and berries from various bright prints in a vintage kitchen. I would like to continue this next week and should have plenty, maybe see if the vintage shop would be interested in them. Aging was considered, but the bright colors and crisp white backgrounds shouldn't be messed with.
I needed to take more Advil, and was really hurting from sitting too long, so one set was all I did. The chair was already in the highest position so I hit the lever to lower it and (with my weight on it) came crashing down quickly! I slowly slid off to my hands and knees and was able to once again become upright with the help of a doorknob. Why that was possible on my knees but not while sitting is a mystery to me. It's a common move when I forget that if I crouch down, I can't get back up. Flopping on to my side in the store and then hands/knees works. I also learned you NEVER try to hoist yourself up using the store's shelves as a aide.
"CLEAN UP IN AISLE 9!"
Have a wonderful weekend and a beautiful Easter everyone.