It’s time has come. Today’s the day I stop putting off this decision. For some of us, getting rid of an object becomes exponentially harder with each passing year. Pretending it’s younger doesn’t help. It’s embedded in the psyche. It is Identity. This Bisley shirt was once a dark green corduroy. It started as aContinue reading “The old green shirt”
When we make something for ourselves, we invest ourselves in the result, and then often confront disappointment if it seems less-than-professional. Shopping brings an instant hit and, hopefully, a satisfactorily assembled item. Once upon a time, making was a necessary function of the home-maker. Shop-bought clothes were expensive and only the well-to-do could afford aContinue reading “Mum’s evening purse”
Everything old is new again, and again.
Remembering the delight I found in the home sewn.