I saw this uncle a couple of years ago and he asked if I would repair a couple of things for him. I said sure and he disappeared for a few minutes. He returned with an array of items that became more bizarre and ancient as he presented them to me. There was a moth-eaten crocheted chevron afghan in Depression era colors that clearly pre-dated acrylic, a couple of shetland sweaters from the 80s with minor moth damage, two tattered silk pillows with the unspeakably distinct fust of library cards and sawdust and this: An old silk comforter riddled with buggy pinholes; I think was my Grandmother's. Let's get a close-up for that extra gross out factor:
I couldn't handle all those random holes, so I settled on making a duvet cover. A local fabric shop was going out of business (One of three in the past 6 months!) and I guiltily snapped up some silk organza, dupioni and lace. I then overdyed the batch an ecru color to make it a bit more vintage. I cut everything into strips and serged them all together hoping for some kind of modern Victorian vibe. I really wasn't in the mood to get too fussy, so I ended up with this:
|I'm usually more inventive than this.|
|easier to sew with than I thought|
This is where I bore you about my double life as a sailor/canvas seamstress in training. I just got a Necchi HD22 and I'm getting ready to bust a Sunbrella groove!
The Captain is prepping the boat for my July arrival in Anacortes, but I have not been idle. How cute is this Kaffe Fassett print for the throw pillows?