Escaping Suburbia

Oh, hellloooo. Where have I been for a month? I don’t exactly… know… Working, I guess. We’ve been doing some organizing at home and I finally pulled out these tablecloths that Mama Wolf brought us on one of her visits. I’d never looked too closely at them. This one fits our table perfectly:

I’m thinking maybe this is Cluny lace, but I’m not positive. These belonged to Mama Wolf’s great aunt and uncle and she was given them sometime in the 60s when her great aunt passed away. I can’t tell when this was made, either, but am figuring it was the 30s or 40s… or before? I’m going to see if I can find some book of patterns and identify this any further.

When do I have to concede that it’s officially winter? I don’t want to. *sulks*

Clouds over a graveyard in Philomath (re-run photo from the blog’s prior life)

A few years ago, my parents cleaned out their garage and sent me pretty much everything that had anything to do with me. I got rid of a bunch of stuff and kept one bin that now contains a few items of clothing, a couple of dolls (remember the vinyl Kewpie dolls?) and teddy bears, my old glasses, and so forth.

And then there is this. I do not remember ever wearing this, but I must have.

I can’t stop staring at it.

My very first teddy bear. I think my mom got this by saving points from paper towel purchases or something like that. She did the yarn stitch jobs. I can’t remember if those are his original eyes.

I don’t think I ever named him. He was the best teddy bear for sleeping with, because he smooshed totally flat. Oh yes, I smooshed him.

These are the glasses I wore when I was 5-6 years old and in 1st grade. (I put the quarter in the photo for scale, because… tiny!)