There is something about repurposing vintage items. The whole idea of taking something that is old and making it new again really appeals to me. I have to admit that I have become a fabric snob. The feeling of soft linens, that have been washed more times than I can imagine. That have spent time basking in the sun on a clothesline to dry. Carefully pressed, then ready to use. How many countless nights these pillowcases caught the dreams of young and old alike. That tooth anxiously awaiting arrival of the tooth fairy. That road trip that wasn’t the same without that pillow from home. Pillows thrown on the floor for a sleepover with friends. Pillow fights.
Finding a pillowcase at a thrift store and turning it into a beautiful spring dress for my babe really gives me a sense of accomplishment. Of course, she doesn’t have the same imagery running through her head that I do. But, she is creating her own memories in these sweet little dresses. Running and playing in the yard. Catching the scent of a rosemary bush as it trails behind her on summer star filled nights. These are the memories of her youth. And this is the dress that will hold them.
And I love that dress. so sweet… It reminds me of my childhood. Oh, the 70’s….
