After a very tough couple of weeks I gave myself permission to buy some vintage fabric for some planned projects and some inspiration. No, I don't need it, but it cheered me up a little.
The two bundles will likely become an autumn runner quilt for my kitchen wall top, and a crate quilt for Skye.
The sheer printed panel is probably part of a curtain. I've wanted it since the first time I saw it.
Here's why -- it matches my favorite little platter for the holidays.
Have no idea what I'll make it into. :)
This was our little Thanksgiving dinner last year, when it was just the three of us. Time keeps whittling down my favorite holiday; this year it will be just me and my guy, and we likely won't even have a turkey.* That will be a first in 35 years. I feel about Thanksgiving the way other people do about Christmas, and while it's a lot of work it's my favorite holiday. Of all the Thanksgivings I've had in the past sixty years, only three were truly terrible: one when I was a kid that I don't talk about (#1 most miserable); the time I roasted two turkeys together and hosted fifteen people whom I cooked for and served with zero help (the largest and #2 most miserable); and the one I spent in basic training (the #3 most miserable.) I have no pictures of any of those, thank heavens. In addition to doing all the cooking I'm the one who takes all the pictures, washes all the dishes and puts away all the leftovers. I suppose no one else cares because to them it...
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