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I finished a knitting project last night and picked out what the next one will be. A co-worker and I went out for lunch today and I picked up yarn for said project at Michaels (and got her on the knitting kick - she used to do it when she was a kid).
After lunch we were talking through the cube wall about crafty things that relatives used to make. She told me about her grandmother making clothes for her Barbies and knitting covers to put over metal clothes hangers. I started talking about a knit purse/kupie doll crib thing that Mom made for both my sister and I (it looked like a draw-string purse, but when you opened it up there was a little kupie doll in it with a matching knit hat and outfit). It sent me down the memory lane path of various crafty things my Mom made for us both, including this: http://www.ioffer.com/i/Pattern-Book-Plastic-Canvas-Dollhouse-Book-Reduced--8093085 . She made each kid a house, all of the people, furniture, car, baby carriage, etc. Man, the amount of work that must have been - look at the detail on the walls and floors of the individual rooms! Not only did she make one for each daughter (so there would be no fighting), but the colors of the houses and people were slightly different so that we'd know whose was whose. My dolls had dark hair and Cynthia's blonde (just like us). They used to do the same with dolls, etc. Its funny, my siblings and I are only each 4 years apart, but the life my sister and I had as kids in Wellesley seemed to differ much from what she and EJ would have in Waltham. It was a different mix of geography, circumstance and chronology methinks.
Do people do this kind of thing to this degree anymore? I almost bought the pattern for myself for prosperity sake, but there's a chance that my Mom still has that thing somewhere so I'm holding off. I can't imagine myself taking the time to work on a project like this, but my Mom did it all of the time. We never had a lot of the cool, trendy toys that were out there but down the line and looking back at it I'm glad. This other stuff is just so much more meaningful. How I wish we had taken better care of things (and/or, that Mom had locked the stuff away for us to have at a later date when we could better appreciate it). We played with those things all of the time, and they probably ended up torn about and in the trash at some point.
What a freaky thing to remember on a random February afternoon!
After lunch we were talking through the cube wall about crafty things that relatives used to make. She told me about her grandmother making clothes for her Barbies and knitting covers to put over metal clothes hangers. I started talking about a knit purse/kupie doll crib thing that Mom made for both my sister and I (it looked like a draw-string purse, but when you opened it up there was a little kupie doll in it with a matching knit hat and outfit). It sent me down the memory lane path of various crafty things my Mom made for us both, including this: http://www.ioffer.com/i/Pattern-Book-Plastic-Canvas-Dollhouse-Book-Reduced--8093085 . She made each kid a house, all of the people, furniture, car, baby carriage, etc. Man, the amount of work that must have been - look at the detail on the walls and floors of the individual rooms! Not only did she make one for each daughter (so there would be no fighting), but the colors of the houses and people were slightly different so that we'd know whose was whose. My dolls had dark hair and Cynthia's blonde (just like us). They used to do the same with dolls, etc. Its funny, my siblings and I are only each 4 years apart, but the life my sister and I had as kids in Wellesley seemed to differ much from what she and EJ would have in Waltham. It was a different mix of geography, circumstance and chronology methinks.
Do people do this kind of thing to this degree anymore? I almost bought the pattern for myself for prosperity sake, but there's a chance that my Mom still has that thing somewhere so I'm holding off. I can't imagine myself taking the time to work on a project like this, but my Mom did it all of the time. We never had a lot of the cool, trendy toys that were out there but down the line and looking back at it I'm glad. This other stuff is just so much more meaningful. How I wish we had taken better care of things (and/or, that Mom had locked the stuff away for us to have at a later date when we could better appreciate it). We played with those things all of the time, and they probably ended up torn about and in the trash at some point.
What a freaky thing to remember on a random February afternoon!
