the quilted tablecloth … on a warm enough evening
‘Twas a busy day today … quilting by sunrise, coffee at my side, frantic left-to-the-last-minute housekeeping, morning tea with a lovely family that spilled into drawing and reading and playing with Sylvanians, more quilting, a wee bit of shopping … By late afternoon, the air was still soft, the promised rain had not arrived, and the sky was aglow with plump clouds. The spring garden was calling outside. The first of the season.
Perfect opportunity for combining slow, chattery pre-dinner treats with a wee outing for the quilted tablecloth I made the weekend last. Cobbled together with vintage tea towels, scraps from the stash and whacked together with the some light cotton batting and an egg yolk coloured backing.
Now I do appreciate that a quilted tablecloth may sound a bit weird. But … what’s a girl to do when her linen cupboard is overflowing with vintage tea towels that are too lovely to wipe the saucepans up with? And when said girl also has a bit of an obsession with quilts? And when the notion of quilted tablecloths has been tickling her fancy for many a year? Make one of course!
It’s such a lovely sturdy, cosy tablecloth. And I love that the tea towels are all a bit twee – makes me smile every time I walk into the kitchen.
We’ve been using it for ten days now, and it looks none the worse for wear. And let me tell you … the other residents of Bootville have declared that if I want to use quilted tablecloths then I just have to put up with them getting dirty. So they’ve spared it none :-)
Now, I’ve chucked the quilted tablecloth in the washing machine – our machine’s a top loader but it has no central agitator so does a lovely gentle job on our quilts and blankets – and it’s come up just lovely. That’s good, because I have a clutch of pretty tea towels in blues and reds and pinks just longing for their turn. So sweet!