XVII. I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.
Do you know slant rhymes, the almost-rhyme, in poetry? Unlike bat/cat, these rhymes are inexact, a suggestion of rhyme. I've realized I like my colors to be slant too - I play with them until my eye is pleased.
Recently when I was buying thread, the saleslady advised me to take it outside to get "an exact match" and I grinned, remembered my childhood and the exhausting tramp over the mall to match a top to a skirt that wasn't bought together, and bought the thread I liked without any project or material in mind at all. My mother and sister sometimes tease me on my odd color combinations, but I don't pay attention anymore. I know what I like.
I like this nightie! See how both fabrics have white to keep them airy? The green leaves of the cherries do not "match" the aqua stripes, but I love them side by side.
Unlike the pink polka dots, this one was easy to understand and well constructed (the neck and armholes are finished with bias tape - how tidy!).
Genevieve loves it and posed willingly. It appears that the nightie is big enough to serve two summers, which is an unexpected bonus.
I am a wife and mother of two. I am a stay-at-home mom, part time cookbook editor, a Mennonite, and a city dweller. I like to make things (see the blog categories below). This blog is a record of what I make and the ways I try to be thrifty. Welcome!
"Thrift is the really romantic thing; economy is more romantic than extravagance...thrift is poetic because it is creative; waste is unpoetic because it is waste...if a man could undertake to make use of all the things in his dustbin, he would be a broader genius than Shakespeare."