Saturday, Dec. 5, 1942
Time to consider interior decorating. This meant “loving hands at home,” as my mother used to put it. Which meant people sewed their own clothes – usually retooled from previously worn items, knitted their own sweaters, protected their books by covering them in butcher paper, and so forth. Fortunately, my mother was pretty handy. Look at the slipcovers she made for these two side chairs. Would you believe she reworked that fabric several times over the decades? When she died, I cleaned out an entire wooden chifferobe filled with remnants. Confession: I have bins filled with yarn and scraps of fabric I might use some day. Guess my children will shake their heads over it someday as I did over my mother’s stash.