I’ve been on a kick lately to breathe a little spunkiness into my kitchen; something more in keeping with my real personality as opposed to the June Cleaver I’d envisioned when Himself and I got married. Like painting my laundry room aqua and bright yellow was theoretically supposed to make the whole laundry cycle somehow more palatable, I’m operating under the assumption that funky plates and bright pretty Pyrex will turn me into Betty Freakin’ Crocker. Haha.
Anyhoo, I’ve jettisoned the fruit/veggie medley Pyrex (casseroles, dishes, coffee cups…the whole nine yards, much to the dismay of Himself) in favor of primary colors and retro dinner dishes. My heart is still doing its happy chacha. I’ve been hot on the trail of vintage linens, but no dice, and so decided to make my own version of what I think of as kitsch.
I started out with plain white flour sack towels, the kind my Nana bought one summer and used to teach me embroidery. A pack of five cost me less than $5. Already the wallet was singing. It quit when I got to the trims section. Geesh, but trims are expensive! I’ll sure miss that kidney I hocked to pay for them.
Because the sides were by no means even, I folded them in half and then half again, trying my best to make them as even as possible. Apparently wherever these things came from, the staff only sewed them after consuming a bathtubful of margaritas.
I whacked off the offending seams with my handy dandy rotary cutter…
According to The Diva, my love of these little babies, combined with the Pyrex, is turning me into a total girly girl. It may also be the squeals of delight I emitted with each finish. Whatever. Mama’s happy. And we know that makes everyone else happy, too.