I always try to hide my excitement at a flea market when I find a little treasure. Because the seller sometimes doesn’t think it’s a treasure in the same way that I do. Otherwise it wouldn’t have been thrown into a box of other items for 50¢ each. Today it was a pincushion. Such an odd little pincushion, but in almost new condition other than a few light stains. And, I’m not gonna lie. I didn’t know the nose pulled out a tape measure until I got home. Double treasure!!
I have loved paper since I was a child. It might be one of the reasons I became a teacher. (It took me a while to realize that is not a reason to teach.) Even though I am grown, and no longer a teacher, I still love paper. So, when I needed a break from sewing this past winter, I turned to paper. And it felt good. Still does.
But, go figure, I started to sew the paper, too! I’ve developed a minor addiction to sewing up these sets of paper coasters, celebrating the wonderful visual appeal of book illustrations. There are so many discarded books to be had. Outdated, torn pages, books that have been scrawled in by some undisciplined child, broken bindings, torn covers…
You name it, I save it. At least that’s how I see it.
Sewing paper is not all that tricky. Dedicated needle. Lots of paper lint buildup, but not really all that much more than sewing wool or cashmere. There’s a limit to the thickness that the machine will handle. The biggest difference? Punch a hole in the paper. It’s there for good. But you knew that.
I call them ‘littles’ because of their size, but also because when women see them at a show and pick them up, I’ve heard them say more than once, “What are these?”.
“Littles.” But I don’t really say that. I’ve learned to say, “They’re whatever you want them to be.” I wanted these to hold my phone, but they don’t. Cigarettes? They’ll fit, but I don’t smoke, so…. Cards and money? For sure. Makeup? I don’t wear it. Lip balm and tissues? Now we’re talking.
These suckers are adorable. And soft. And they’re fraternal twins, with only slight differences.
I’ve been digging into my button jars more often. And this bag was a tough one to match. Until I spotted an old plastic shank button with a white center and clear edge. Such a fantastic design. Adds interest without going gaudy. Yes? Vintage button love.
Now, who wants a bag the color of…..baby poop? Sorry, but that’s the first thing that comes to my mind. And yours, too, right? Officially, let’s call it mustard olive.
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