Did you notice the Australian wildflowers table cloth in last night’s post? On a lovely heavy cotton/linen blend, with colours so rich and pretty? I found it at the oppie recently. Now, truth be told, if you’d dressed your table in this cloth back in the 80s or 90s, I’d have given a little eye roll and thought “ew”. Wasn’t I horrible! No appreciation for Australian wildflowers in any way, shape or form back then. I’d have thought it the height of dagginess. Throughout the 00s – I left plenty such cloths behind in the oppies, only having eyes for the sweetness of the Scandinavian and German cloths or the wacky designs of the 50s and 60s.
But now … well, I’d have to say I’m converted. With age has come a much greater appreciation for the beauty and delight that lives right on my doorstep and so, the other day when I spied this cloth hanging amongst its boring plain relatives in the table cloth section, I snatched it up with delight. I love looking out for these flowers as they glow at their special time of the year. I love watching the bees smoosh themselves into the red flowering gum. I love how the brightly coloured birds in Mum’s garden screech indignantly at each other as they squabble over the sweet nectar. The flowering kangaroo paws remind me of the magnificent kangaroos that lollop down Mum’s street and gather in the grass at the Pambula beach each afternoon. I even love the heady scent of the wattle, despite it making my eyes itch – it takes me back to my school years where wattle was planted alongside the Year 9 classrooms and science labs and once it flowered, you knew the school year was on the downhill run. Yes, I’m truly converted.
However, Julian is not much of a table cloth fellow, and the linen cupboard is literally popping with table cloths so this sweet cloth needed to take on a different role. Besides – I wanted to enjoy it regularly! And so a table cloth skirt was born.
I cut the cloth in half so that the longest side gave me the most length and the little wattle baubles formed pretty borders. Sewed it up, turn over a hem, and added elastic. But it still needed something else – a pretty red and white spot! With a deep ribbon of blue rickrack. (p.s. the lovely red vintage cardigan is also recently thrifted from the oppie – Mum found it!)
It is so cherry and pretty and I don’t mind saying that each time I wear it, someone comments with delight :-) I even had a lady at the patchwork store follow me down the aisles to ask if that was indeed a tablecloth because it was the prettiest use for such a tablecloth she’d ever seen!
It is the perfect skirt to wear today. A day filled with a rich blue sky and lovely golden sunlight. Such a treat after four days of dark gloom and rain. Mind you, the dew is so heavy it took only a few footsteps before my shoes were wet through. I’ll have to get the leather wax onto them.
Guess what I have in the sewing pile now … one of those fabulous floral German cloths with the border of little men and women in their sweet costumes. It’s a square one, identical to one that I use regularly and those I grew up with. Mum and Nanny had them in yellow and green and blue – as a child it just seemed natural to me that you should have blue and white china on your table with floral cloths bordered in little men and women. I was always so surprised to find other folk DIDN’T have these on their table.
And you know what’s going to happen to it, don’t you!