As usual we enabled, no, encouraged, no, that's not right either. . . . enjoyed, that's it, enjoyed! each other's company. I didn't have a plan. Nope. Just flyin' by the seat of my pants, I was. "Cause that's the way I roll most times. Having a plan = disappointment. Disappointment as in not finding what you want. I'm more apt to let my treasures find me. So. . . . as I was fltittin' along that's exactly what happened. Some treasures found me! Little, ol' me.
But since this is the home of cotton and her kin, I shall tell of the finds I found concerning that beautiful mess.
I'm (as most know) a sucker for cotton. Old, new, vintage, retro, you name it, I could love it. But you know what they say about love ~ it. is. blind. I became blind. Blinded by the red and white goodness that was spread on a table before me. As a feast for the cotton deprived eye, it was there, tantalizingly beautiful. Her flaws hidden from the naked eye. Beckoning without saying a word.
Her beauty speaking for her, calling to me. I was smitten. I was snagged. Hook. Line. Sinker.
I told myself I was strong. I was only buying ONE thing. One. And I did.
And I walked away. And I pondered. I longed for. I coveted those that I left behind. I caved.
I returned. I bought.
I was assured the linens would wash up nicely.
Um.. . . . not quite so.
The "stains" were of the devil.
I was told the quilt blocks were made from old grain sacks.
I washed them when I got home. I wouldn't normally do that, but the words: mouse and pee, used together in the same sentence don't sit well with me.
Now they are wonky.
I discovered I like the grungy look they have. Some of them are grungier than others, as you can see.
I am making a runner with them. I had some homespun that will work nicely for the backing. I will quilt it up with some of that vintage thread I got at the last barn sale.
I have plans for the other goodies as well, but I shall share them as they land on the drawing board.
Sew until we meet again,
Lovely Daydreams from the Land of Cotton
