Things are still sniffily and bit feverish at Chez-Anarchy but there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I can now envision a day when we will not be ill and the last box of tissue will not be fought over like the Holy Grail.
In fact Saturday for a two hour period I even felt well enough to run over to the fabric store take advantage of their 99cent McCalls pattern sale.
While there I just wandered around in a sort of a foggy cloud feeling fabrics and thinking about projects when out of the corner of my eye I saw just a snipit of fabric that made me jump over two old ladies pawing some dubious double knit in order to get to it's wonderfulness.
Have you ever seen a fabric that just FLOODS you with memories? This fabric did that to me. It's a floral print in shades of blue and the fabric while not heavy is heavier than a typical quilting cotton.
When I saw it I was instantly transported back in time to the early 70's and the times my Grandmother would come to visit us in Oklahoma from her home in Chicago. I think I have mentioned before that Grandma was a real fashion plate, everything matched, dress, shoes, bags, right down to her lipstick and eye shadow.
She was Miss Frizzle without the fun, oh and with a Manhattan in one hand and a smoke in the other... charming hu? Well this print reminds me very much of one of her summer dresses.
Looking pack now I would say it was a Lili Pulitizer style/ Jacki-O sort of princess shift, with of course matching bag and coordinating shoes.
I can remember her sitting at my parents table in the afternoon drinking her Manhattan with those lurid bright red cherries and leaving lipstick prints on the glass. I was horrified and entranced all at once.
While I am sure that she loved us I don't think she had much use for two wild little girls like my sister and myself. In fact I think she was pretty sure that by my dad moving us to Oklahoma he had doomed us to a life of squalor*.
While visiting she did do her best and I do remember her letting us have the gold ribbons off of her bottles of Youth Dew "parfume" and "body lotion". To this day if I have to walk through the makeup/fragrance section of the mall I stop and take a whiff of the stuff.. yep.. it's grandma!
So I bought what was left of the fabric and even whipped up a very cute skirt on Sunday night leaving me with still quite a bit of fabric. Some of which I am using to make a baby dress for a sweet little baby I know and the rest... well it just begged to be made into a " ladies who lunch" sort of purse. I think Grandma would have liked it :)
* Please note that I in fact grew up in a swell sort of Brady Bunch-esque neighborhood and the squalor that my grandmother referred to was the fact that there was no Country Club.. oh the pain!