there is a shop that I absolutely love in Ludlow. The husband calls it the dangerous shop, for obvious reasons!
A few months ago I bought this lovely rough French grain sack which we have covering a bolster on our bed. It cost £18. Yesterday I nipped in to get another one for its twin languishing in the garden room totally to its shame without a stitch to cover itself. To my amazement the price has shot up to £30 added to which the sack was completely plain. Disgruntled I marched down the hill not dissimilar to the ‘Grand’ old Duke of York!?!
As the Sunday afternoon sloth crept ever-so slowly across my body, a bolt of lightning struck me fair between the eyes...
What about those towels you bought in Hastings old town, fresh off a cruise ship of the ilk of the Titanic? They are thick, not slubby admittedly but interesting all the same. I peeled myself out of the horizontal position I am to be found in most Sunday afternoons and marched smartly (the Duke would be proud!?!) up to the garden room. To give you some idea of the determination that fired out of t’old lass I even turned the central heating on. If that wasn’t a clear indication of intent I don’t know what is?
Rummaging through the tower of boxes I eventually cornered my quarry. Kicking and screaming they were loathe to leave their cosy winter hibernation. The bolster was laid on the sofa, the towels offered up... Bingo! Cracked it! The ironing board came out, blooming unheard of on a Sunday and off we went looking for all the world like a character out of a 19th century folk song...
#Dashing away with the smoothing
iron, she stole my heart away#
Sewing machine next; good to know the slumbering crafting person hasn’t totally given up the ghost?
Today, Monday morning will see the job finished before I set off to do my stint at the hospital.
Progress so far, more pictures to follow...
Top cushion cover £4
Bottom cushion cover £18
No contest... alright the French one has a tad more panache, however a good job done and quids in!
A few months ago I bought this lovely rough French grain sack which we have covering a bolster on our bed. It cost £18. Yesterday I nipped in to get another one for its twin languishing in the garden room totally to its shame without a stitch to cover itself. To my amazement the price has shot up to £30 added to which the sack was completely plain. Disgruntled I marched down the hill not dissimilar to the ‘Grand’ old Duke of York!?!
As the Sunday afternoon sloth crept ever-so slowly across my body, a bolt of lightning struck me fair between the eyes...
What about those towels you bought in Hastings old town, fresh off a cruise ship of the ilk of the Titanic? They are thick, not slubby admittedly but interesting all the same. I peeled myself out of the horizontal position I am to be found in most Sunday afternoons and marched smartly (the Duke would be proud!?!) up to the garden room. To give you some idea of the determination that fired out of t’old lass I even turned the central heating on. If that wasn’t a clear indication of intent I don’t know what is?
Rummaging through the tower of boxes I eventually cornered my quarry. Kicking and screaming they were loathe to leave their cosy winter hibernation. The bolster was laid on the sofa, the towels offered up... Bingo! Cracked it! The ironing board came out, blooming unheard of on a Sunday and off we went looking for all the world like a character out of a 19th century folk song...
#Dashing away with the smoothing
iron, she stole my heart away#
Sewing machine next; good to know the slumbering crafting person hasn’t totally given up the ghost?
Today, Monday morning will see the job finished before I set off to do my stint at the hospital.
Progress so far, more pictures to follow...
Top cushion cover £4
Bottom cushion cover £18
No contest... alright the French one has a tad more panache, however a good job done and quids in!
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