Friday, March 4, 2011
I didn't think I'd ever embrace the doily but they've proved to be perfect as patches for my increasingly thinning vintage blankets, which I absolutely love.
When a few tears starting appearing in this blanket, I thought its time was up as couldn't think of a way to suitably repair it but I didn't want to let it go as I love this blanket. It's pure, soft cotton and the perfect weight for summer or as an extra layer in autumn. Best of all it fits a queen-sized bed perfectly. Luckily, doily inspiration struck.
First, I tried to put the piece of blanket in an embroidery hoop to keep it stiff while I stitched on the doilies but even though the blanket was thin, it wasn't that thin. So with a bit of navigating what seemed like acres of blanket around my sewing machine's needle, I managed to zig-zag them on in the the most happily haphazard of methods. Works for me.
Next time, I'll try a quilter's hoop as I assume that will take thicker fabric, and sit Jane Austen like by a windown contemplating life with a bonnet on. Or maybe I'll just manhandle technology again and shove it around the machine.
The Child has a similar blanket, in a beautiful coral and white, but no holes yet. I remember her playing with the doilies at her grandmother's house, which were scattered over mantelpieces under ceramic animals and grandmotherly knick-knacks so sleeping underneath a few may conjure memories and sweet dreams. If she doesn't remember the bit where she used to wear them on her head, that is...