The shack was built in the era of my childhood, 50’s and I wanted to keep some of the warmth of the 50s as I decorated it.
‘We’ did work – ‘I’ dressed and decorated it, and ‘we’ had to do it on a budget. Now, as I sit here surrounded by the creativity of a wonderful generation of unknown women, it feels as though I’m entertaining and living in a story.
I’ve also got a great collection of vintage china. Everything compliments the colours and patterns of the textiles.
Let me say it’s our children’s shack, and when they return home to it, they can adjust the dressing, and it will have yet another life.
Given the choice of dressing, I was able to visit thrift stores and, as we say here in Australia, an ‘Op shop’ for furniture I could re-purpose.
I had a great collection of past odds and ends, including dozens of pinnies. I mainly collected them from thrift stores in the USA, and I have some gorgeous ones that now hang on the makeshift clothes rails in two bedrooms. They are a reminder of more domestic chores done in homes in the 50’s, but they blend well with my other pieces of textile art, much of it is patched and slow stitched creating a genre of hand sewing over generations.
Aprons, or pinnies, were an indispensable part of women’s workday attire. I fondly remember my Nana wearing aprons, and her white hair escaped the hair clips she used to keep in a bun at the back of her head. She always had a few in her pinny pocket. I could see her gnarled hands as she wiped them on the front of her pinny then she opened them with her teeth before she could capture a piece of flyaway hair.
Today I wore one while I painted in the bathroom.
Does this give you the picture.?