A couple of years ago, I found a bunch of fabrics from the Waverly “Echoes of Ireland” collection at one of those end-of-the-bolt clearance sales. I bought up a bunch of $33/yd fabrics at prices in the $3 to $10 range and redid my soft furnishings.

As the shelter publications would say, I revived my tired soft furnishings. They are always concerned about the feelings and health of the furniture.

I really like plaids and florals together, and these are my favorite colors, but in dark enough hues that they are not too girlie for the living room. I covered all the cushions, the ottoman, and so forth, did a simple treatment for our sliding glass door, and made new pillows for the sofa. The one thing that did not get done was the front window.

We have a little place to sit in the front window. It is a favorite spot for the people and the animals of the household. I made cushions and pillows for it, but no curtains.

I did not have enough of any of the fabrics to do a window treatment for it, so we just had blinds. I had it in the back of my mind that I would come up with some unique and elegant pieced thing from the remaining fabrics, but that has not happened.

Really, I wanted another of the collection: “Irish Prose,” it was called, and I had not seen it in person, but had admired it online. It has calligraphy on a sheer tea-dyed ground– how cool is that?

Recently, I found it online at a very low price and ordered five yards of it.

Now, just in case you are as fascinated by this fabric as I, I need to warn you that it is absolutely a decorating fabric, not a lovely soft printed voile such as you might want to use for a blouse or something.

That was a bit of a disappointment, but it was mitigated by the fact that the calligraphy is bits of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, a perfectly wonderful book which you should go read immediately if you haven’t yet.

My husband put up the hardware for me yesterday and I sewed up some curtains. This involved a little swearing on his part. Me, I was going for an artless simplicity, and that never requires swearing. My husband doesn’t believe in artless simplicity, and always measures. Twice. Naturally he has to swear.

Actually, I did measure the curtains, too, but measuring doesn’t prompt me to swear. Don’t know why not. Maybe because I don’t do it often enough or well enough, as evidenced by the number of errors that I make.

Here you see the curtains pinned up to different lengths so I can decide exactly how I want them before I hem them.

A person sitting here in the window knitting or hemming or something, will be able to look up and see “A veiled sunlight lit up faintly…” silhouetted against the sky.

A moment to appreciate the charm of this.

 

And another moment, I suppose, to recognize that the most frequent denizens of this spot will completely miss the charm of the Irish prose.

Nadia mostly sits here to watch the birds.

#2 son did, however, test to make sure that the curtains would guard our privacy. I stood inside and made faces at him while he was outside, and he had to admit that he could not see me at all.

In addition to yesterday’s rudimentary sewing, I did banking, cleaning, shopping, bill-paying, cooking, and a bit of gardening. Then my menfolks ganged up on me, as they are sometimes wont to do, and I stopped doing anything particularly productive and read and knitted instead. As you know, this is one of my favorite things to do, so it may be that I seized the excuse rather than that I was actually driven to it by their lack of appreciation for my gardening. They did express a signal lack of appreciation of it, though. My gardening tends toward the wild and cottage-like, which is what I prefer, and the guys persist in seeing this as evidence of incompetence on my part. What’s more, they think that it would be easier to mow the lawn if there weren’t flowers and things poking up out of it.  And then they wouldn’t have to eat so many vegetables, either, and might have a better chance of living on bacon and cakes.

Yes, I was definitely driven to it. This is what is currently going on with the Regal Orchid Jasmine sweater: a rectangle of wonderful soft purple cotton. I hope that the picture shows the lusciousness of the color, and I wish that it could show the softness and subtle sheen. Yum. 

This is Luna, from the Endless Summer Collection, in the color Regal Orchid, on #2 needles. It knits up very nicely and has an excellent hand. If you are looking for a good cotton for some special summer stuff, this is certainly one to consider.

I was tagged by whopeedinthepool to say what books my kids enjoy. Unfortunately, my youngest is currently reading H.Rider Haggard’s King Solomon’s Mines, so I cannot answer that question in a useful way — that is, with children’s books. I am just too old for that question. Or at least my kids are.

You can read the whole book by clicking on the link I just gave you, and you might prefer it to the Joyce link earlier in this post if you are feeling more like adventure and less poetic. #2 son is not reading the book online, because he is too adventurous himself to sit for long in front of a computer. He forgot himself the other day and said, “Once when I was crawling through a cement pipe…” Usually he tries to shield me from these things. But he obviously has to have paperbacks, so he can read in trees and stuff like that.