One of the items at the top of my thrifty list is yardage of vintage red and white table check. Over the years I haven’t found too much... a cloth napkin here and there or moth holed pieces that can’t ever be returned to their crisp and clean lined splendor. It has always seemed odd to me there isn’t more good stuff as it seems it was part of everyday life for many. My source for this info is of course the Walton’s—do you know John and Olivia? They are good folks, those Walton’s and brought me through many a rainy day. I have only one season left to watch and I ration each episode, watching one only when I am at my down and out and need to see their weekly apron stash as they do chores up on the mountain. Yes, I like the story lines and John Boy is a writer and Mary Ellen a nurse, blah blah blah. I really just like looking at their furniture and dishes and how they built their chicken coop fence. They wear little cardigans over tiny flowery printed dresses, I just love that.
I found a decent piece of this fabric at an estate sale…the one that I mentioned as awesome, dude. I saw it from afar and though there was no one else in the room with me I took giant leaping steps and like a magnet to metal it was firmly tucked into the crook of my arm.
After washing it and hanging it out It was ironed and sprayed with Egyptian Cotton Linen spray, I heavily dilute this as the scent is a bit strong. I like it to be just a hint of scent otherwise it reminds me of that Freshman English teacher that smells like scented maxi pads. I know you know this lady. She always wears her hair in tight short curls and has skinny lips with lipstick that has trouble staying in the lines.
I love the faggoting edge. I really want to learn how to do this. Such a tiny delicate stitch and it adds so much.
Is seven pictures of Gingham table check enough? I capitalize the G because it should be a proper noun. Don’t you agree?
Gingham…… I love theeeeeeee