One of our neighbours dropped two moving boxes filled with vintage fabrics on our doorstep the other day. Piles of beautiful cotton prints, handwoven fabric samples, wild 1970ies patterns and a bunch of old bed linen. Much to my delight, I also found remnants of fabrics that her mother had used in the 1950ies to make kitchen aprons from which I was given back in summer, about fifteen in number (if you take a look at this photo here on my Instagram where I am wearing one of those aprons and then take a look at the photo below, you will spot the matching fabric ;-) It honestly felt like Christmas and birthday at the same time!
I know, reading about me being in Vintage Fabric Heaven makes you feel envious. Am I right or am I right?
Okay, then please, close your eyes. Really, close your eyes and then imagine the scent. Or wait, it is not a scent. Rather a smell. The intense and slightly disturbing smell of an old musty cardboard box, a dusty attic, mouse urine and mothballs. And now imagine some pigeon droppings, too. A whole box filled with that and with vintage fabrics. Can you smell that mix?
Now, still envious? You’ll find me in the laundry room, armed with vinegar and baking soda (hope your Sunday is a lovely one).
P.S. I have been wearing one of my favourite outfits today, one of the many dresses that Johanna has given me years ago.