Stash, stash, sew

It’s no surprise, if you know me, that I have a huge collection of vintage fabric. Fabrics that I’ve purchased, fabrics that I’ve been gifted, fabrics that I inherited from my grandmother– even fabric that I’ve inherited from other people’s grandmothers (true story.)

I’ve recently resolved to dig into this stash, bust out the scissors and get to stitching.

So, this weekend, I made a few pillow covers. They’re made with this a-ma-zing vintage textile that I bought from Mikasa, Su Casa on Etsy, and backed with Robert Kaufman’s Essex yarn dye linen fabric. And, I must say, they are the perfect refresh for Spring.

Just what I needed!

Stash Stash Sew

Stash Stash Sew

Stash Stash Sew

I intend to keep going with this project– going through my stash, and finally making good use of it. Follow along on Instagram with the tag, #stashstashsew!

Touchstone

Another holiday season, another new year. Another 365 days of completely lax record-keeping, via this particular electronic forum.

flourite

Rolling the idea around in my head of creating some sort of project for 2015, something that will magically make me feel more productive, more useful, more valid.

But nothing stands out. I imagine I’ll continue to capture images, daily. Snapshots no one will ever see, film that never gets developed, instant photos that are never scanned.

Maybe this is enough.

riches and wonders

All Hail West Texas - Vinyl - The Mountain Goats

There is just something about an old, favorite, familiar album. ‘All Hail West Texas’ is one such gem. Today, my copy of the vinyl reissue arrived, and listening to it again served to remind me of why I like music. Specifically, John Darnielle’s music. 11 years old, and this album still stands tall; rings true.

Before our wedding last year, I spent a lot of time thinking about songs that embody our relationship and would be appropriate inclusions in our celebration. “Riches and Wonders” never crossed my mind, but tonight I realized that- lyrically- it’s the closest thing to perfect that I can imagine.

 
We live high
Our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it
And it grows all fat and friendly
we have surplus if we need it
we hold on as hard as we can
our knuckles are white

we write letters to each other
invent secrets to confess to
I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment
by which to address you
we feed fresh fruit to one another
we stay up all night

I am healthy, I am whole
but I have poor impulse control
and I want to go home
but I am home

we are strong, we are faithful
we are guardians of a rare thing
we pay close careful attention
to the news the morning air brings
we show great loyalty to the hard times we've been through

we are filled with riches and wonders
our love keeps things it finds
and we dance like drunken sailors
lost at sea
out of our minds
you find shelter somewhere in me
I find great comfort in you

And I keep you safe from harm
you hold me in your arms
and I want to go home
but I am home