Two weeks ago, a bunch of us collaged the cocktail tables and then the boss epoxied-lacqueredthem. They are so beautiful. I personally like mine the best, and so I sit at it every chance I get, thoughit'a nice to see other people sitting at it, and watch
expression as they follow the circular mandalaaround: magpies, tumblebugs, moths, scallop shells, paper doll dresses, then paper dolls themselves andin the middle, I cut out an orange and black tiger about seven inches long, and I cut out just some of hisstripes and put an antique Japanese paperdoll from the twenties behind him, so the blue and the craneson her kimono show through his stripes and not stripes. All these small pictures are from the 1920s andI color-copied them. Everyone who has done a table has done it differently.
The elderly lady in the cottage in front of us gave me her Singer feather-weight sewing machineand I just picked it up from the repair man who I asked to go over it, fix the tension, oil it, clean it. It isso gorgeous. Only fifteen ducats to work on it. In case you don't know what one of these is: It is tiny,much smaller than a regular sewing machine and mine's black with gold paint and carved silver piecesthat are all engraved and decorative. They are primarily made for quilt making these days and coveted by quilt-makers. When they were first made, I am not sure what the desirability of
was all about,
perhaps, travel. I had never seen anything like this before. I am going to make some apronstomorrow and some potholders to match. My kitchen has two little swinging doors under the sink thatare cut out a bit and I have just enough material to make a curtain for this space as well. By the timeI'm done everything will match the wooden ironing board I found and Dan fixed for me. It's like playing house in this little cottage. I can look out a huge picture window in the laundry room which isattached to the kitchen when I iron and see the same rain I see from the cafe door which people leaveopen because it's a warm rain. I put my odd collection of small ceramics on the wide wide picturewindow sill and in the ceramic shoes is where I stash the change I find in other people's levi pockets.(my meager payment for actually doing the laundry.) Today I had collected enough to buy acup of coffee.