Last week I was rummaging my mother's attic and found some small and larger scraps of fabric to play with and use for quilts. In one big box were clothes my mother had sewn for us, and I brought home all my old dresses. These are from the time in 1960's when I was expected to grow some more, so there was a wide fold at the hemline. Or maybe it was in the hope that the fashionable length would be more merciful for my poor knees! The shoulders of all my home made dresses are so narrow that nobody else could wear them. (And I did grow, so I can't wear them either.) I'm probably the most pear-shaped person in the country. Anyway, the fabric is itchy wool. The colour made me feel pale and I thought it made all my spots look so much brighter. Not a very favourite dress (or age). I still wouldn't dream of confessing this to my mother.
This other dress is the next Christmas dress, more in my muddy colours, as itchy as the first one. The lace collar and cuffs are antique, from my grandmother or Great Auntie Saima from the early years of the 20th century.
Close-up of the collar. I'm going to take it off and wash it before it goes to a box of other lacy treasures.
On the back my mother has made some little pleats to make the collar fit my dress. Maybe someday I will make another dress for this collar. Or maybe my daughter will. These things are for keeping, but they can be used and worn as well.
And look what I found for my JAJ casseroles: JAJ lids in the right size! Melanie told me they should have lids too, and I decided to keep my eyes open for them. I hadn't even measured the casseroles, but when I bumped into orphan lids at a charity flea market, I risked my 1.80 € and took them home. Voilá!
And look what I found for my JAJ casseroles: JAJ lids in the right size! Melanie told me they should have lids too, and I decided to keep my eyes open for them. I hadn't even measured the casseroles, but when I bumped into orphan lids at a charity flea market, I risked my 1.80 € and took them home. Voilá!
