Every morning I walk the dog and there is an empty field near the end of the block where a house has been torn down and the lot is now covered in gravel, chunks of coral, shale. I always pass a little bit of litter and it always catches my eye for some reason. It is a piece of a dunkin’ donuts cup and it says “tell your dunkin’ story”.
So on sight of the litter I ruffle through my Rolodex for any stories I may be able to tell about dunkin’ doughnuts, no files found…and then I decide to change the search by substituting the dunkin’ for any word that rhymes with dunkin’
Funkin’ (and other variations)
Eventually I settled with removing the dumb dunkin’ all together, and since it’s the internet, I can make it (my Freakin’ Story) look much better than it really is!!! Yay!!
So welcome to the story I’ve made up …. sort of…
I recently got my old patchwork curtains back from my son. It’s been 10 years they have been protecting someone else’s windows. I put them up yesterday, over my bed. They are all luxury fabrics I had collected over the years and all of the fabrics hold memories for me, I could tell you where each piece of fabric comes from and probably what I was “planning” to make when I found it.
I did find it a little hard to sleep under them, my mind began to race like it use to with a million ideas of things I need to do NOW!!! So from hence forth, they will be my magical dream curtains of many colors. And I will wake up each morning grateful for the colored sprinkles on top of the I scream.
Metalics from India and and Greece, plush velvets, rich brocades, double dyed and printed linens, and shimmery satins. All in royal jewel-tone colors that look lovely with the sun shining through this time of morning.
In reality they’re pretty funky with uneven seams and raw hems, but hey it’s my story I get to embellish it the way I want! Maybe I will hem them someday and they’ll be perfect?
to me they are perfect so I won’t be in a huge hurry.
The metalic fabric with peacocks came from a sweet Greek woman who had been an seamstress when she was in Greece. She was in her 80’s and totally loved me (and everyone else who would stop and make eye contact with her. She rented a little cottage to my good friend Lorraine and gifted me her old sewing cabinet, full of really amazing vintage fabrics, sewing tools, and laces. When I see the fabric it reminds me of her peering out the stoop of her little house every time I visited my friend. I loved talking to her and she always offered a cookie to my young son.
Metalic fabric above was from a Vintage Indian men’s “pyjama” or Kurta, a long tunic with standup collar and matching drawstring pants Maybe it was a wedding Kurta?
My little Dream catcher also shares the window with the dream curtains. and throws rainbows around the room for about 30 minutes in the morning sun.
My little sun worshiping Siamese cat keeps a squinty eye on the neighbors. I love the patina, she’s bronze and is actually a small stash box. (she was also returned to me by my son recently)
This is a vintage length of Seminole patchwork given to me long ago by a friend. I love the colors and imagine they may be natural dyes. The tassels are oversized vintage passementerie found at a thrift store in a grab bag.
This is my head model she flutters from place to place. She is among the vintage tins filled with vintage jewelry findings and broken pieces.
Here she is wearing an unfinished hat…I intend to finish someday
And my raggedy hat which I also fully intend to finish….some day!
Today I was blessed with free avocados, while walking the dog, they’re in season and dropping everywhere. Really good food!