Some friends of my parents held a garage sale yesterday afternoon to raise money for Grupo Casa, a social centre supporting people with HIV/AIDS in Juiz de Fora, Brazil, where their daughter is working at the moment.
I went along in search of some bric-a-brac and a butterfly cake or two and came back with this lot:
Trish’s aunt was a knitter so she had a basket full of attic-smelling yarn. I left the acrylic 'mohair-feel' yarn behind but made off with all the wool I could find: a small bit of beautiful forest green, a cone of navy and these funny hand-wound sausages. Have you ever seen anything like them? These two aren’t my favourite colours, but being wool could be dyed quite happily I think and would be ideal for something felted.
The little French knitter was sentimental really, I used to have one when I was little and she looked so forlorn stuffed into the bottom of a plastic holdall with all the steel points of straight metal needles poking into her. The knitting patterns originally sold for 6d and 8d! I don’t plan on wearing the cardigan with the same hair and makeup (and, let’s hope, facial expression!) but I quite liked the shape of it so thought it a worthwhile buy for 5p. The TOTS Book contains patterns for combinations (ooh), but also hoods, knitted dresses and children’s socks which I am very pleased with. The tea tin needs painting, but is nonetheless a tea tin – hooray! – and large enough to keep my English Breakfast in.
The books are fairly self-explanatory I think, except perhaps for the Nancy Mitford. I remember that Anna likes reading the Mitford sisters, so I was curious (and thought copying her reading habits might inspire me with some of the same design skills! If only). And if you haven't heard of Cod you can read about it here.
Also of note: woven sculptures for architectural spaces, an Artweeks exhibition that impressed me greatly and afforded an opportunity to talk about yarn, Richard's mum has picked up her crochet again as something to do in the evenings, and I shortened a pair of jeans, proving to it and myself that the sewing machine and I can have a harmonious relationship if we treat each other gently.
(Hush, don't tell me I should've been in the revision world. I know).