Showing posts with label made by me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label made by me. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

are you one?

Collector
Saver
Accumulator
Squirrel
Stasher
Call it what you will, I am one (ssshh I am a hoarder!). Well maybe that is a bit harsh (maybe not) but I do become attached to certain things that I struggle to part with and they are accumulating as the years tick over. 
I thought I would share with you a few of those things that the dust has been swept away from as I unpack the boxes from the recent move...


Lollipop - my first and only doll growing up - I was a bit of a tomboy and loved playing with dump trucks and lego! My sister had all the barbie dolls - I just never went there. Even though Lollipop would have had a hard life being dragged around on family holidays and sleepovers (and maybe a ride or two in the washing machine) she has hung in there! I remember mum making all her outfits, PJ's, skirts, dresses, and even an evening dress! Ooh and I can't forget that hat - that is her hair under there!


My favourite plaster and stone decorated jar made by 3 year old Me with a little help from Mrs Duschane and Mrs Kerr at Preschool - the plaster is chipping away and stones are falling off every time i pick the jar up but it can still hold stuff and looks very cool - It has lived on my desk since forever!


My (old) collection of knitting and crocheting patterns - from way back when - this stash doesn't include the ones that were published since I was born!
A few highlights from the stack
I just love the cover of this book

and this - fabulous purple outfit but would you swim in it at the beach?



Fragrant crochet bag - it's been living in my undies drawer for at least 20 years. I had forgot about it until I started packing up the house in the Blue Mountains! It no longer has a lovely fragrance and the colours have faded slightly but I made it! It even has a chain stitch string to hang it up with! 

I have only scratched the surface - Is it just me or do other people hold onto the little things from their past ...