On that blistery-hot California day, a few calendars back, when I walked through a stuffy thrift shop in the northern Sacramento Valley, a splash of watercolor caught my eye, and there, nearly buried in the heaps was a vintage sheet set, so, so perfect. Except that is actually wasn't. The fitted sheet had been carefully stitched and patched up in three places where holes had sprung. Whole white linen covered the jagged edges, making new and useable what hadn't been. This woven & stitched watercolor story? It was mine.
And that summer day when I walked into that tiny antiques store in the Wyoming town, the one with the man behind the counter who said that he'd always liked old things, so one day he decided he was just gonna do it - opened a shop, to buy & sell what he loved. That store? Well, he had scooped up an ironing board along the way, just for me. I knew it as soon as I saw it over there in the corner, with its original label still, its beautiful wood, and squealy hinges.
These two simple things came together on a quiet, wintery afternoon. A vintage sheet cover for the antique ironing board (don't have to use a bath towel draped over anymore, hip-hip hooray), stitched up & cinched up tight.
Because every bit of life should be beautiful, right? Even the mopping, the sweeping, the dish-washing.
Even the ironing.
P.S. Look what I just found on sale at West Elm! But, I have to say, this Ebay search result is even better. (Not a sponsored post, just worlds colliding, that's all).
.
