Ah, dear readers, the gentle and unspoken pressure of your expectation. Blank pages to fill for you! Thoughts to make into flesh!
Now that I am blogging again, I feel my sewing inspiration returning as well - because what is blogging without pictures? What is blogging without new projects to display? What, indeed?
And thus it was that this morning I put together a beautiful little cushion made from a 100% Irish linen vintage British tea towel. I love the really vibrant colours and the bold illustrations of this beauty. I found it up the road at a local op shop, and it was just crying out to be turned into something wonderful.
I know the tea towel in its original state was already both functional and beautiful, but I would have felt it a waste to just dry the dishes with it. Plus, My One True Love has this habit of wiping up coffee grains with the nearest tea towel to hand, and I couldn't bear to have this one stained. It's too pretty.
So now it's a gorgeous cushion cover; perfect for a boys' room or to remind you of that amazing year you had over there in The Old Country. My favourite bit is all the names of the stations in the London Underground.
I'm half-British, though I never spent a gap year there myself (actually, I never had a gap year at all), but somehow when I look at this one I just think of home.
6 comments:
V. cute! At first I assumed it was from fabric made by Britannia Fabric: http://www.worldofsewing.com/shop/index.php?dispatch=categories.view&category_id=92
Welcome back to Blogger Land! Its been awhile since you've put fingers to the keyboard - you've been sadly missed.
Love the cushion and is very much the "thing" now with the royal wedding coming up...
AB FAB...THAT IS ALL!!
A gorgeous pillow that should be marketed with a full range of bed linen. I'd buy the full range!
Gorgeous colours and the scale of the print is perfect for a cushion too. I have a small pile of tea towels I've been collecting for a few years meaning to make cushions or bags out of them, but they are sitting in the stash. I am so lazy sometimes!
A waiting abuse spins across my postponed aardvark. With the imagined campus spits a discontinued arc. The trouser dashes around the pedantry. An ink comforts the tense laboratory beside the loophole. The beach bicycles without the official. The foul faithful produces a river.
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