Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Springtime, and the pickin' is easy...
It was a long, cold winter here in Rochester. Too cold for thrifting, too cold for antiquing, and---woe is me!---far, far, too cold to cruise for curbside treasure along the snowy streets of my newly chosen hometown. Sure, there were the occasional desperate forays to the (very) local charity shop, and the rare dumpster drive-by, just to stave off the pangs of emptiness, but I was jonesin' for a yard sale (multi-family! huge!) or a big, fascinating pile of 'one man's trash' to comb for treasure.
Spring has sprung here in the Flower City, and in the wake of the tulips, the rejects, the castoffs, and the glorious
garbage have blossomed. And the yard sales! Plentiful and cheap, and everywhere you look! Every trip to the grocery, each commute to work, has become a bonanza. The back of my van is never empty, and the cockles of my thrifty little heart are warm.
For ages now, I've been a hoarder of vintage sewing notions. You see, I have had Great Intentions of learning to sew. (I even have Two! Vintage! Sewing Machines!) Naturally, I have amassed a vast array of vintage thread and notions, so as to be prepared for the day when the Sewing commenced.
The Sewing Day arrived recently, and with it, the shattering of my thrifty bubble: thread has a shelf life. Vintage thread is quite nearly as useful as, say, vintage lettuce. And so, my quandary:
What to do with my carefully acquired bounty of splendid spools?
Yesterday, while driving my brood to the library, we hit the mother lode. A bag of fabric from JoAnn's, complete with the receipt. Two dozen cloth diapers, still in the bag from the service. Beads. An ironing board. A sled. And finally...a long, wooden frame.
Don't you love it when all of the pieces come together?