Thursday, 19 December 2013

If I should take a notion, to jump into the ocean, ain't nobody's business if I do.

A local sewing shop and haberdashery is (sadly) closing down, and is offering massive discounts, so I couldn't resist buying some trimmings.
Rose ribbon, black sequinned trim, red embroidered trim, black beaded and embroidered trim, striped ribbon, silver nugget buttons and black lace.
 
Haberdashery is a splendid word probably brought to Britain by my illustrious ancestors the Norman conquistadors, which originally meant small ware.
As it's so close to Christmas, it's appropriate (but purely a coincidence) that in Belgium Saint Nicholas is the patron saint of haberdashers (purveyors of sewing notions).
Useless fact no. 2: Captain James Cook, one of NZ's historical icons, was an apprentice haberdasher before becoming a mariner. (Thanks Wikipedia.)
Most of my haberdashery was inherited from my grandmothers, so I am a very lucky woman.
Half of my thread is stored in the kitty chocolate box. 

The other half is stored in the metal Hanimex slide box from the Hospice shop.

 
Crochet cotton, linen thread, darning wool, darning thread and beaded embellishments, stored in a salt sack.

In an orange drawstring bag is a taaniko Maori weaving project I started at high school, but lost interest in.
I spent hours untangling these silks (interestingly most are not made of silk).
It's quite therapeutic in an odd way.
Note the lisle darning thread on the right.
 
In this little tin I keep domes (a.k.a. snaps), knitting needle gauges (I saw a woman wearing one of these as a pendant the other day), and hooks and eyes.

In this cane basket is my needle and pin collection. Enough to last several lifetimes.
I have never ever had to buy a needle.

In the picnic basket are my bobbin holder, rug hook, darning mushrooms and tins of sewing machine accessories.

A wee collection of sewing kits from Sydney, Singapore, Mackinac Island Michigan, Launceston Tasmania, Lindau Germany and Wellington NZ.

This is a cotton reel holder, but I use it for bobbins.

Some bias binding and hooks and eyes.

Thimbles and diamantes.

Lace and a mini feather boa.

Antique lace, some of it hand made.

A tiny part of my button collection.

Remember when zips came in packets?
And some silver trim.

And some pearly trim.
 
I hope the sewists out there have enjoyed looking at my notions.
Violet
XXX
 
 

Sunday, 8 December 2013

Vintage knitting patterns

The vintage knitting or crochet pattern is a wonderful thing.
I found all of these in an op shop recently.
Some of these I chose for the hairstyles, some for the models' poses, and a couple just for the patterns.
"Is that a helmet on your head or have you been overdosing on the hairspray again?"

Heidi's all grown up.

Again with the helmet hair?

"Get that bloody hand off my shoulder or I'll throw you under the train!"

Over the page: "A quickie with fashion sense" - doesn't sound like any quickie I've ever had.
Not that I've ever had one of course, I am a lady.

My hairstyle was like the brunette's when I was about 5.
I take no credit, it was my mother's idea.

Note how she is mirroring the Labrador's expression.

"My dentist told me to stop grinding my teeth but I just can't help myself." 

The hair style is changing, with the ends tucked under rather than flicked out.
But the look is coy and demure.

"Ahh, I love to relax while my wife does the gardening after knitting our matching jumpers." 

"Look over there, Mum, it's a canal."

"Somebody get me out of fashion prison!"

"Mmm, your hair smells like lambies."
(Sorry, a NZ joke.)
"Is that a crochet hook in your pocket?"
 
I don't know what's going on with this woman's hair.
 
Patsy and Eddie, the early years.
 
Now these glasses are groovy, baby.
 
Violet
XXX
 
 
 
 

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Please Leave Your Bags Here

At work we have a "free table" in the staffroom where people put stuff to be recycled, so I nabbed this sign:
 
Beside it is a Moroccan (?) terracotta leather bag with gold stars, which I think belonged to my grandmother Ella. I know she visited Egypt so she may have bought it there.
 
I find that the more handbags and purses I collect, the harder it is to decide which one to wear, so I normally just wear a tan leather one and carry my books in this screen printed linen one from the Hospice Shop:
My bags seem to fill up with detritus such as old bus tickets, tissues, watches to be repaired, articles I have photocopied, hand sanitiser and earplugs.
 
As if I didn't have enough bags already, the wonderful Op Shop on Carroll puts your purchases in these cute hand-made bags, every one unique.
(The necklace on it is separate)

This is a slinky silver mesh bag I inherited from Mum.
She is displayed on a terracotta statue which was a birthday gift from my parents.

An American black leather bag with a deco wavy clasp, bought in K Road, Auckland.

A purple plastic beaded bag, from the Charity Barn.

Brown leather, made in England by Fassbender of London.
This has a handwritten sticker inside: Introducing Mrs Louisson.

Purple sequinned bag, made in France.

White beaded bag, no label.

Gold sequinned bag, hand made in Hong Kong.

A tiny hand-made bag with crystal beads and even its own felt storage bag!
Inherited from Mum.

Hand-stitched tapestry bag, no labels.

 
Wooden or cane bag, found in a house my parents bought.
I have seen photos of these with a net around them, but this one doesn't have one.

Black vinyl bag, "Clarissa made by Jack D. Phillips Ltd, Wellington, N.Z.
For my non-Kiwi readers, the tea-towel displayed behind shows the Four Square Man, the icon of a NZ grocery store chain.

A suitcase, labelled Wanganui 1971 Brass Band Contest, Dunedin City Silver Band.
From the Hospice Shop.

The interior is lined with gorgeous pink/beige satin, in remarkably good condition.

So excited to find my first "So Obviously Rex" bag in the Hospice shop.
Blue vinyl with faux mother of pearl plastic detail.
Thanks to Helga Von Trollop for alerting me to this wonderful brand.
 
My latest bag purchase, from the Hospice Shop (yet again!)
Plum velvet with a tapestry flap.
Since the photo, I've added a Bakelite button, and I still need to strengthen the strap.
It looks like it could be from the 60s or 60s, but the lining looks very old so it could be earlier.
 
And here's how I've temporarily displayed the blingy evening bags, along with some current reading:
The two on the right I can't find individual photos of, but the top silvery one is an Oroton, and the white one beaded in art deco circular patterns is unmarked.
I'm totally in love with my bag collection!
If you want to see more, click on the Handbags label on the left side of the screen.
Most of them didn't cost much, and the most I've spent on one was probably $30.
 
I have a hankering to start an umbrella collection.
Summer has arrived, which means I get to spend lots of time under my vintage spotted sun umbrella: 
 
Ta-ta for now,
Violet
XXX