"Sister, the dishes are yours." As a girl growing up in a large family, I heard these words often after meal time, when my mother would steal away to sew before time to begin preparations for the evening meal. It seemed especially so on rainy days when most outside work was put aside. Perhaps, it is stamped on my DNA that I should sew on rainy days, for it seems the sewing room is where I usually while away the time as the rain patters pleasantly down overhead.
|Small streams dream that they are mighty rivers...|
|The old White dressing up the sewing corner...|
On this particular rainy day, I found myself in the attic searching through boxes for pieces of old cloth suitable for dressing an Indian doll, fashioned in the style of the old Skookum dolls made long ago. Mary McAboy is a hard act to follow, for sure.
It is not all about the dolls themselves, but also about their simple clothing...cheap cotton cloth and colorful scraps of wool...both scarce commodities these days. It hardly seems fitting to dress such a doll otherwise.
I felt like I had hit the jackpot when, in one box, sent to me by an antique textile enthusiast friend, I found this note: "1880's calico. I did not wash, but seems very clean." And another read, "1900 - antique cotton - I reclaimed from a garment - all washed."
And finally, the icing on the cake, "Antique wool piece - very old - came from the southeast U.S. Hand spun- hand woven, probably 1830 - 1850. Look at the red binding that is left! You could take that off and reuse on whatever you make with wool." Wow, now talk about a "rainy day friend!" (Meaning one you can always count on).
|Love these colors...double click to admire the coarse weaving...|
|A bit of frayed wool in a beautiful orange/red|
|After the rain...The earth is refreshed....|