Tuesday, May 21, 2019

May 2019... and a lesson in vintage ... and dogs

I finished another scrap quilt for our other granddaughter, Brinley Kate.  She turned 5 years old this month!!

She seemed happy to get it and her brothers, who already have their full size quilts, seemed just as happy for her.  They are such sweet and sentimental children.... they get it from their mom, I'm sure.  (their dad is my son)

Brinley and Chandler checking out the label

This following is the best photo I have of the whole quilt.

Brinley and Annabelle are coming to stay with Grandma for two weeks soon.  I hope they will make lifetime memories together, as they don't see each other very often, due to distance in home locations.

Now to begin our lesson in vintage.

 I've been picking up vintage fabrics here and there, hoping to make a "new" vintage quilt for myself.  This is a pillow cover I removed from a pillow form. Nothing too special about this one, except for I love it.  It is yellowed (probably from a smoker), but I have it soaking in the sink as I type this.

This one was more interesting to me. 

 I bought this pillow because I liked the fabric cover, thinking it may be flour sack fabric.  If not a true flour sack, it is a nice reproduction.  The whole time I handled the pillow, before taking it apart to wash, I was thinking maybe it had a soft feather pillow inside.  It just felt so good in my hands.... so soft and could be molded  and positioned under the neck for perfect comfort.

So this was the next layer..... the pillow had been covered once before.  

And again...another recover layer.

And finally... this layer.   It was starting to make my black shorts very dusty and dirty at this point and I was  a little nervous about continuing ….. but I wanted to see the feathers!

There were no feathers..... only this!  

What is it???  Cotton?  Real cotton?  Zoom in to see closer.  Whatever it is, I quickly tied it up in a plastic bag and disposed of it.  Oh, but it would have been so comfortable.   I can understand why someone recovered it over and over again.... it was somebody's favorite!  The outside cover is now soaking in my sink, too.

This picture is just for my own blog documentation. ( I have fat , not so pretty legs, but I' m thankful for my legs and what they do for me.  )

   Back to story.... I received my first ever dog bite last week.  A friend of the family passed away and I stopped by the house to check on the wife.  Max is a cute little brown dachshund, that looks a lot like my own sweet dachshund girl .  He was very nervous , as there had been so much activity in the house, with the passing of his daddy.  He was trying to jump up onto his mommy's chair and I thought I would just give him a hand.  I tried to sweep him up like I do my own little dogs and he freaked out!!  He came after me and got a good bite through my blue jeans.  I didn't  tell his mom that he had bitten me, but what an experience!.  I can not even imagine how those who suffer "real" dog attacks must feel and the pain associated with it.  Yes, I've learned a new lesson.... All dogs aren't always friendly.  **I might add that I've been back to Max's house since the bite, and he was jumping up on my legs, wanting sugar and loves from me**