Sorry I missed a day there, folks: Baby Bear and I are sharing some kind of rotten cold. Most unpleasant. Well, he doesn't seem to mind all that much, but I'm pretty miserable.
Another glorious, sunny day today - a large day, as people say here. I spent yesterday morning being photographed for an upcoming issue of The Scope. Rachel Harding took the photos, and she got some excellent shots, but unfortunately I chose a slightly, ah, revealing shirt to wear. Many of the overhead shots have been axed due to inappropriate boob content. Oh, well.
I was able to wash and line-dry the linens I picked up at the thrift shop. It wasn't the most successful trip ever, but I got a few nice things. Sorry about the funny light in the photos, but the goods were still wet and wrinkly, the wind was up, and it was really, really bright out.
This is not only a crazy vintage pillowcase, it's a crazy hand-sewn vintage pillowcase. Sewn without measuring, apparently.
This, on the other hand, is a perfectly well-measured pillowcase from Martha Stewart. Not exactly vintage, but pretty. I was thinking that I might make Baby Bear a jacket with this one, but the pattern gives Hubby C some kind of vertigo. Not what you want when there's a baby to wrangle.
These aprons are both handmade. The blue one looks like a first sewing project; the seams are a mess. It seems a shame to tear them apart for fabric, but we already have a ton of aprons, and I only ever use one. I'm way too messy a cook for these little skirt-aprons to be of any use. I promise I'll do something honourable with them. I just couldn't leave them there at Value Village. Too sad. But ah, how I love the look of aprons on a clothesline!
The bottom two here are cotton bedsheets that I'll use to make some little summer dresses for Furious B, and maybe some comfy lounge pants. I find the pink and white candy-striper one a little bit sickly gross, but it's just her style. If I can swing it, I'll try a shirred sundress with elastic thread, like this one over at House On Hill Road. She'll flip.
I also bought some plaid wool suiting and a couple wool blankets, because I can't bear to leave old-style wool blankets behind, either. This one is made in Canada by Condon's in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. I have another of their blankets already and I love it, but I can't find any information on Condon's on the web. Anybody know anything about them? The other blanket is pretty ratty, but fit to be cut up for something else. I have a pattern somewhere for children's coats made out of Hudson's Bay blankets. I imagine that Hudson's Bay blankets didn't cost three hundred dollars when they put that pattern out.
We'll know early next week if the house we're trying to by has passed inspection (the clincher in whether or not the mortgage comes through). If it works out I will have the sweetest office/sewing room ever. I'm trying to keep cool about it, because if we find out that the roof is caving in or that the foundations are sinking we're back at square one. The house seems to be in excellent shape, aside from a back deck with a few soft boards, which we would probably get rid of anyway to make more room for growing things. I'll let myself get excited when the inspection is over. Until then, I'm just dreaming of a sewing room that looks rather like the one in the house we're looking to buy, with lots of light and a closet and a desk and a sewing table and an ironing board and no other purpose but allowing me to get some work done in relative peace.
I'm off now to put some more clothes on the line. It's a very windy fine day, so I'll probably get three loads done and dried. And I have about eight thousand dishes to wash. Given my headcoldly condition, I'm not good for much else: not sick enough to go to back to bed out of it, but sick enough to not be able to get any real work done. Blech. It helps, though, that Miss B is currently out in the yard wearing a Snow White dress, a Little Red Riding Hood cape, and blue rainboots with yellow spots, while Baby Bear is chewing the hell out of a wooden building toy. The cuteness factor might get me through the day.