A small and exquisite pile of fabric that started life as a chair cover.
Discovered on an oppy adventure and purchased for the super bargain price of a dollar. It doesn’t fit my chair. I never expected that it would. I bought it because I just adore the print. It is beautiful.
I love the colours. The floral design. The scale. I love it all. It makes me smile, in a soft way. Not an I’m so happy ear to ear kind of way, rather a bitter sweet curling of the mouth’s edges.
Little uneven running stitches led me to believe that the chair cover was homemade.
Alas not. I think it has been handmade… but more likely in sweatshop or factory conditions. A sad start to it’s life. There was a number hand written on the under side too which gave me the impression that perhaps this item lived in a nursing home for sometime too. Of course I don’t really know. I can only speculate. There is a sadness that is associated with this cover and print, a melancholy perhaps. A beautiful sadness. Sadness can be beautiful too can’t it? I think so.
Cut up, unpicked, laundered and hung on the line on a sunny day this fabric is now ready for a new life. A new beginning.
Linking up with Sophie and friends at Her Library Adventures today for the very first time.