pillow talk

Don't ask me why, but I've had a sudden urge to make cushions.   It's perhaps from guilt at smuggling away all the bits of fabric that fill every trunk, hamper and chest of drawers.    Of course, I blame my dad for the hoarding gene, he can't throw away anything!  Well, you never know when you might need a 1970's street map of Nicosia, and those bits of bakelite tubing might come in handy as napkin rings one day.   And he's never forgiven me for chucking out a 20 year old (opened) bottle of Creme de Menthe when he moved house.    I have a forlorn hope that I don't turn into the old lady he knew who had a tin labelled  "bits of string too short to use". 

Half an embroidered crinoline lady tray-cloth.

recently thrifted Nina Campbell

thrifted toile de jouy and hand-made tassels

yet more thrifted fabric and a strip of another embroidered tray cloth - they are hills and trees, aren't they?

I need to make some apologies and offer some thanks here.   I'm constantly having trouble accessing other people's blogs from my laptop.   Sometimes I can't get further than 'signing in' to my own blog before the system seizes up and then it's a right waste-of-time rigmarole getting back in.   That, sadly, means that I very often can't leave comments on your blogs and I owe much thanks to two kind ladies who gave me a Sunshine Blog Award.   I wish I knew why I'm having this trouble - I expect some techie wizz would know straight away.   Unfortunately, I didn't inherit any of those genes!