If you’ve spent any time at all at kootoyoo then you know I’m a sentimental sap. Just about everything I buy or make is motivated by memory.
These bargello cushions are no exception. I was lucky enough to be given these by my mum last week. They were originally worked by my dear ‘Non’.
I have so many wonderful memories of the evenings I spent curled up on Non’s couch as a kid. I, in my Non purchased jammies and Non made moccies and her in her pink velvet dressing gown. The dressing gown was quilted in silver thread and was quite the most glamorous thing I’d ever seen. She was always busy knitting and in later years stitching, and there was always crap on the teev.
I really wanted to love the cushions and not just for the fact that she made them. I tried, I really did but they needed a bit of ‘me’ to bring them out of the storage box and into the family room. The once cringe worthy cushions are now treasure forever. I’ve managed to drag them from the far reaches of my memory and my grandmother’s home into my own with just a couple of packets of dye, a pair of rubber gloves, some salt and a wooden spoon.
And another thing…
I spent time with Pippa from Ouch Flower. We have a lot in common including a deep and abiding love of our creative origins. You can check out her space here.
Are you wondering what other the other creative space folk have been up to? You can check that out here.