Hi everyone
I have a
confession. A secret addiction… well
not so secret to my family though. I am
addicted to cushions. All colors,
styles, sizes, shapes. Blinged up, or not.
With frills, sequins, lace, embroidery, or just plain. I love them. The Hubby of course just dumps them rather unceremoniously onto
the floor. He thinks they’re simply
bits of unnecessary fluff while I however think they give that extra little bit
of ‘pretty’ to a room. They are of course rather helpful to
moi. I’m short, so a little bit of
added puff from behind in the shape of a cushion does not go amiss.
The oldest
cushions I appeared in one of my first posts.
This was my mother in
laws and is ever the more special as she passed away just two weeks ago.
The other vintage cushion was embroidered by
my mother.
But there is one that is
rather special. It’s tatty, the picture
that was once on it now long gone. But
I’ll never throw it out.
This was given
to me by The Hubby – before he had that title.
We’d only just met, (on a blind date) and I came down with the flu. He arrived with a big box and inside was
this heart shaped cushion. That was 32
years ago!
The next
rather special cushion is this one.
It’s
patterned fabric that is then embroidered over the pattern and this was made by
my daughter, Yana.
Here is a
sampling of the cushions from around the house.
And the cushion covers that are in storage
My most
recent purchase
Cushions
can be expensive so I definitely look out for them in sales. I have been known to sew them of course. There were the scarlet and purple velvet cushions
that went on my black leather sofa in the 90s.
Then there was the floral and frilly things that were part of my country
theme in the 80s.
Then of course there are the themed cushions - well I only have one, but...
Now I have
a penchant for another type of cushion.
Something knitted. Me
knitting. I mean I’ve only ever knitted
four times in my life and one of those was sitting beside my Nana as she taught
me. Please don’t ask me to follow a
pattern, or to knit plain and purl stitch at the same time. It’ll be one, or the other. That’s it.
But then, it doesn’t have to be perfect, does it. It’s all about the journey, the doing, and
it has to be fun.
When my
youngest daughter arrived home last night
this was the response
Mum, you’re
knitting.
Well, yes,
I can do it you know
Would you
knit me a scarf?
You could
do it yourself
Oh, but
mum, you’re so good at knitting.
Hah! I looked down at the wool in my
lap. I am aren’t I? I haven’t dropped a stitch yet!
Happy days –
and knitting
Do pop back
to see the progress.
Jane
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