I know. I promised there would be a quilted/upholstered chess board to share this evening. And truly – it was going to happen. Except that when I settled all my tools and fabrics on the kitchen table, I discovered there was nary a staple to be had for my staple gun – it being the essential upholstering tool and all.
Thus, a trip to the hardware store was in order. And you know, with just a few gentle detours, I was able to include the Sacred Heart, Brotherhood of St. Laurence and Salvation Army Oppies on the staple gathering journey. And that took a little longer than anticipated. Who would know gentle detours could do that?
Oh but such treats were found! Placemats with matching coasters. Never used and such gorgeous colours and patterns! They’d only just been popped on the shelf – I arrived at the perfect time. It was kismet.
Two sweet boxes of L’Amour by Patons. The box lids have a floppy sheet of clear plastic in them. The yarn is so soft – a mix of lambswool and angora with a tiny fleck of nylon for strength. They look so very pretty, part of me wants to leave them in their boxes for ever and simply admire them. Only a small part :-)
A belated wedding anniversary gift for my Jules. A vintage leather briefcase. The clasps and handle are in perfect nick. The leather needs some conditioning and polishing. It will still look well loved. Good. I can just picture my fellow strolling up to the train in his argyle vest (just waiting for the yarn to arrive from Shetland for that – small detail), thrifted tweed jacket, felt hat from a quirky hat maker in Ireland, swinging his briefcase. Extra good stuff!
Two dear squares of printed fabric – I immediately thought bandana/head kerchief thing. The previous owner thought cushion and stitched them together and added a zipper. I still think they will be much more useful as scarves so will be unpicking them asap. Such pretty colours and the lovely pattern reminds me of glorious French tablecloths.
Woollen jumpers – a shop bought one from Germany – a beautiful dark grey and white fair isle. It’s currently a jumper but I’m dreaming of steeking the front, adding almost black bands with red icord trim and frogging, and unpicking the ribbed hems – more red icord. Hmmmmm …. still pondering. The creamy-grey cardie is certainly hand knitted. And beautifully too! The only thing that needs a bit of a lift – the buttons. They are terribly cheap and dull for such a lovely cardie. I’m thinking a trip to the Glenferrie Button Shop is in order – and maybe those lovely woven leather buttons – yes?
Vintage knitting patterns – who can say no! Not I, that’s for sure. I tell myself that even if I never knit the precise items in them, they are still a wonderful resource for stitch patterns and ideas :-) Mind you – there’s that baby wool that needs knitting up and there are some dear little bonnets and cardies in the Baby Encore booklet. Oh yes!
Oh! Finally! Staples. Extra short ones. The wooden chess board is a fairly flimsy affair.
And voila! We are one step closer to a quilted/upholstered finish. The quilted top has now been stretched and stapled into place. This afternoon, after that slow trip to the hardware store, the rain poured down, the wind whipped round, and darkness fell extra early. Meanwhile, the little girl sat at the kitchen table writing spelling sentences and completing word building exercises whilst telling me endless Star Wars stories and crawling around under the table with the over-excited puppers. And I listened and helped, coaxed and suggested, laughed and scolded (the puppers that is), whilst pulling and straightening and stapling and ripping out said staples and doing it all again until it looked good.
So, because there were no staples, there are now yet more thrifted treats tucked into the corners of Bootville. Each with its own story forever unknown to us. But that’s okay – I’m good at creating their histories, imagining who bought them – the placemats, a 21st present don’t you think, kept for good but then never used – the balls of L’Amour, a treat to herself with a special pattern picked out and yet, knitting for the children and grandchildren filled her knitting time until it was too late – the briefcase, it’s already been to the train station thousands of times maybe with the daily newspaper, a sandwich, perhaps essays to mark, or a colleague’s proposal to peruse.
Now we shall add to their stories whilst they make ours a little more beautiful. And tomorrow – I know there will be very good progress on the chess board. Truly I do!