I'm not quite sure where I'll put these or how I'll arrange them. But I do know one thing.
Didn't, couldn't, shouldn't. Can't do anything about it. When it comes to pinecone elves, I'm helpless.
At last I think I'm able to pursue the career I've long dreamed of: professional milliner.
p.s. All of these items came from an estate sale today. And I suspect that like so many other of my career ideas, this one will remain largely a fantasy!
I have no idea if there are good recipes in this 1927 cookbook. Who cares? It's got a gingham-check cover and is hands-down the cutest cookbook I've ever seen. (Even the spine of the book is checked.)
Not even in my most devoted English-major phase did I seriously consider reading "Pilgrim's Progress." I just thought the spine was pretty. I'm wondering how it would look at Thanksgiving. Maybe as a base for Gurley pilgrim candles? (If you hear rumbling, it's my Brit Lit professor rolling in his grave.) "The Wedding Ring" is not only pretty, it looks mildly entertaining - a series of self-important sermons on marriage and women's role in the home. The others, I have no idea. Once I bought books for their contents, and now I'm just happy with a cute cover.
and the obligatory touch of Christmas. The background trees are tabletop fringed aluminum affairs, which need a little foofing before their closeup.
Oh, so all of this is stuff I bought at a sale today. (In case you didn't figure that out.) I left out that critical piece of information at the beginning, and now my writing professor probably is rolling in his grave, too.
Maybe we shouldn't be too hard on "John," because, after all, he is holding leaves in case the girl needs them, and he's making a lovely observation, looking at a squirrel in the tree. "Everything is making ready for winter," he says.
The squirrels in our yard have been making ready, too. For the second year that I've noticed, they busily collect all of the black walnuts on one side of the yard, then run them across to a maple tree on the other side of the yard. This seems to give them some peculiar sense of accomplishment. Some times, of course, they get irrationally exuberant and add one too many walnuts, so they all come tumbling down. If I could speak to the squirrels, I would ask them, if they're not burying the walnuts, why they don't just run them back up the walnut tree and save themselves a trip across the yard. Of course, maybe the squirrels watch me and wonder if I'm as efficient as I could be.
Apart from freezing a few berries and some tomato sauce, about all I've been able to put away for the winter is a gallon of millinery fruit, which I found at a thrift store the last time I was in Pennsylvania. (Now that I think of it, perhaps all the chattering I hear amongst the squirrels is them wondering why I would spend time canning fruit that cannot be eaten.)
On the very same day I found the appliqued tulip quilt, I found these appliqued quilt squares. (That's probably my share of appliqued quilt items for the next decade.) These lovely butterfly squares came from Betsy's shop.
Betsy, by the way, is doing very well with the dolls she makes. She's sold a ton of them at Brimfield and Bouckville this year. She had some very funny stories to tell about people's reactions to them, including the person who called her a psychopath. I think that's a little harsh.
I briefly flirted with the notion that I would stitch these together and make a child-sized quilt. (There are 12 squares in all.) But I regained sanity and decided to put them on Etsy. I think someday if I were going to make a quilt all on my own, I'd certainly consider the butterfly applique. It seems do-able, and fun.
I don't know how it is where you live, but around here, appliqued quilts seem pretty scarce. Other than the occasional Dresden plate quilt, it's pretty much all patchwork, all the time. So when this quilt appeared on a yard sale table a week ago, I snatched it up and, after giving it a cursory look, declared it mine.
Anyway, a week later, with a lot of soaking in between, and this quilt is on the road to recovery. It's spread out here just for display - it still needs some work, mainly a binding and some re-quilting along the top edge. (This work comes under the heading of "retirement project" or "hire someone who knows what she's doing.")
In the meantime, here's what's on the bed - same quilted bedspread, a crocheted coverlet and a recently lengthened dust ruffle. Dust ruffles never seem quite long enough, so this one became a few inches longer courtesy of some non-vintage fabric I've had forever. Much easier than making a new one.
These are the things I found this weekend.