Old Threads

 

Here I am, well you see some of me, standing in front of my grandparent's engagement photo. My grandparents got married before WWI. In this photo I am wearing a cashmere sweater that my mother and aunt bought my grandmother for her seventieth birthday. I was with my mother when she bought this sweater in the early 1960s. I can't tell you for sure when the birthday celebration took place but it was before 1965.

I rarely wear this sweater because the color makes me look ill, but I was wearing an orange dress beneath the sweater to mitigate the color. 

I guess I have just been feeling sentimental. Friday night two of our guests are people that I know since elementary school. One thing that I discovered during dinner is that I have very strong memories of particular lessons that my elementary school teachers taught me. My classmates don't share those memories. I don't know why those particular lessons stuck in my head, but they did.

I had lunch with one of those friends today. We began lunch at 1:30, but by the time we had finished eating and chatting and chatting the sky looked like this.

Earlier this week I did something for our building. Two of the chairs in our lobby had pretty Kilim covered pillows that had gotten worn out and the fabric was failing.

You can seethe broken warp threads on the pillow.

I went through my stash and made pillows using a remnant of brown upholstery chenille with a rubberized backing, a bit of mud cloth and some putty colored trim.

This is the result:

The brown chenille has been in my stash for at least twenty years. I even reused the zippers from the original pillows. As the other Kilim pillows begin to shred I will redo them as well.

Monday night, my husband and I saw Not Ready for Prime Time, a play about the early years of SNL.

It is a play worth seeing if you can get tickets.