Old roses

My old pinny has seen better days. I made it about ten years ago. The fabric, now faded, was in the bargain box at the patchwork shop. I used some of it in a little quilt that covers a lounge room chair and I still have a few pieces big enough to use in a small project. The first time my sister saw me in this pinny she said I looked like a French country housewife because of the style. It was meant to be a negative comment but I quite liked it and think of that every time I wear it.


Simplicity pattern 5201

There is something about old roses and those delightful old rosie pinks that is so comfortable and welcoming. My mother in law refuses to have pink roses in her garden because they are too predictable, too ordinary but I find them lovely.



I actually like that pink is associated with girls because it gives us one special colour that we own. We, as a sex, have first rights to pink. It can be soft like the sweetest baby pink or a hot and sunny bright pink or like the rose above, a relaxed, musky, fade into the background pink.








I couldn't help adding a touch of pink to this knitted face washer the added bonus being that the boys won't use it. I have never said they can't it is just marked as GIRLS ONLY by the pink stripe.

My tattered old bag , made about the same time as the pinny desperately needs new straps but I can't abandon it. I love the fabric, the faded old pink roses, and it's the perfect size for taking to the shops when you only need a couple of things, or taking to a craft fair when you have to carry a packed lunch and some water and a treasure or two , or to safely carry your latest knitting project without fear of losing any precious needles. When I make the time I will give some new handles and it will be as good as new.