I guess most children brought up in the 1950's like me were taught from a very early age not to waste things.
I can vividly remember having just a marble cold slab in the pantry. And by opening a little door in the corner,the cold cupboard was revealed. It had three shelves and a wire mesh open to the air to prevent flies entering. We cut the edges off mouldy cheese, scraped spores off jam and floated eggs in a jug to see if they were fresh.
I think I was about seven or eight when we had our first fridge.The height of luxury!
I was taught to darn with a wooden mushroom. Worn sheets were cut in half and turned sides to middle. By hand of course because we did not even have a treadle sewing machine.
Rag rug making was one of the pursuits of winter evenings. And every scrap of material was used to make patchwork covers. I never had a new bike. My clothes always seemed enormous and I hated my sensible lace up Clarks shoes with a passion. I used to try and wear them out by splashing in puddles and kicking stones but a good rub up with a tin of Light Tan Kiwi soon brought them up like new.
Bath water was used at least three times and I hated it when it was my turn to go last.
I find it almost impossible to throw out small balls of wool. Memories of unpicking jumpers and crinkly, curly balls of wool made me realise how precious resources were.
I have a pretty tin where I pop all my tiny balls of wool and then when it is full I set to and make little things.
I have learnt how to avoid the frustration of running out of yarn. When making these little mittens I work both little mittens at the same time and then it is easy to divide the colours up easily and you really can use ever last scrap. Because I don't want to keep on cutting the yarn between the mitts I work from both ends of the little ball. I hope that makes sense.
I am actually all behind with my blogging, reading lovely blogs and generally keeping up with everything because I have just spent four days with that very special friend making a monster quilt. Oh my goodness she was brilliant and I am making a table mat next!
I so totally get this quilting malarky now. I am in awe of quilts that I see on Pinterest. I wonder at the accuracy. I am humbled by the hand quilting. I keep thinking about quilters who must make their projects more than a labour of love.
I am also having a philosophical debate in my head ..... I totally understand why you would buy all matching weight cottons. I totally understand that you would only use pure cotton wadding. I think using cotton thread does provide the best stitching. I really,really do. But that little " waste not, want not " part of me is so glad William's quilt was just made with love, I cut up Andy's shirts. I cut up my dresses. I raided my stash. I raided the airing cupboard. But goodness me it made the compilation so hard. But we got there and the monsters are coming out to play in my next post!
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