Once upon a time, I was given a bookmark that quickly became my favourite. It was made of fabric with glorious stars on one side and another pattern on the other that I can’t remember (clearly I didn’t look at this side quite as much). Small weights were sealed in either end to keep the bookmark in place or to hold down fly-away pages if you happened to be reading in a breeze, which happens more often than you might think.
As time went by and the well-loved bookmark kept my place in book after book, certain wear and tear began to take place. A little hole here. A little patch there.
Eventually, I had to face facts: if I didn’t do something soon, the weights were going to fall out of the rapidly-developing holes and my bookmark would be no more. But I didn’t want a new bookmark, so what could I do? Continue reading “Not a New Bookmark”
How many sewing machines does a normal person have? Because I have six (seven, if you include the overlocker I’m unlikely to use at any point). Seven seems a little more than average to me.
Seven seems a bit like a collection.
The weird thing is, I have no idea how it happened. Continue reading “The Accidental Collector”
Welcome back to Take Me Back Tuesdays, where we take a look at the past as revealed through Things I Found In Op Shops. I had a couple of contenders for this edition of Take Me Back Tuesdays, but they were rudely shoved aside when I stepped into a Healesville op shop and found this particular mystery. Continue reading “Take Me Back Tuesdays: Needlework in War-Time”
For a moment there, I considered starting this post in mysterious fashion, talking about how my latest sewing project isn’t going to be for me and should take less time because I’ll be sewing for someone a lot smaller than me. Two smaller someones, in fact.
Then I realised everyone would probably think I was pregnant with twins, so I decided to give the cryptic approach a miss and come straight out with it: I’m going to play with dolls. Continue reading “Playing with Dolls”
This Saturday marks a fortnight of being in our new house. It also marks a fortnight since I last knitted something or worked on my latest sewing project and this is driving me insane. Watching TV without some knitting to hand feels like an utter waste.
Part of the problem is that I need to buy some new wool to keep going on one of my projects; the other problem lies in the fact that we have A View and it’s rather tempting at times to simply sit there and stare at it.
But can you blame me when it does things like this? Continue reading “Two Rooms of One’s Own”