A few minutes ago I spent an hour ironing this tablecloth. The intention was to build a winter robe. Long ago I learned the hard way that old damask can harbor weak places that don't bode well for garment making.
I measured, made my mark, and a small cut in preparation for a big rip across the width.
In the middle of the tear, that straight line took off in opposing diagonal directions like a bolt of lightning.
Failed the garment test.
The only way to describe the color that flashes across this cloth is Opalescent.
Opal is my birthstone but I've never had one for very long because they are so fragile. So happy birthday to the stitching world, this opal cloth is now stirred into the scrap bin.
3 comments:
Deb~ That first pic just inspired me to use some of the small stash of Deb Fabrics that I have on J's over-shirt. Thank you for that. He's kinda rough on things, but I think I have some pieces that are more cotton-sturdy 🙂 Love the pins!
Oh my, did I really do that curl thing? Or did I see it somewhere else?
But here's what's really cool ... I have a wooden recipe box that my younger daughter gave me years ago. It's a replica of my mom's and sits on my kitchen counter, but I don't actually use it. So imagine my delight upon opening it and finding a stash of peace pins and objects that I must have put in it when we moved five years ago ... including a heart pin with a curl in it!!!
All I know for sure is that it's your work and predates any of my heart embroideries. So glad you found that trove.
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