A memory bank



This trio has a long history – at least when counted in fabric years! Some of us attach sentimental value to just about anything and everything. Textiles are no exception: old shirts or dresses, worn either for special occasions or just every day; baby clothes, naturally; even curtains and bedlinen, whatever makes a connection. We save them for years in closets or cupboards or pass them on to the next generation.

I confess – I have saved a lot. Then I found someone who is worse that me 😉 Knowing I was collecting scraps of material, a good friend gave me some plastic bags brimming with what turned out to be precious items: her husband's beloved well-worn shirts ...

...  colourful striped material from a skirt she had made for herself, and bits from clothes she had made for her children decades ago, including the most treasured of them all: a remnant of material that had had Mother Goose nursery rhymes and characters. I didn't realize the significance until afterwards, when I told her that I had used a tiny piece of it for a nose. Turned out that the yellow-nosed WickiDoodle was one of my husband's favourites, so he put it in a safe place

Fortunately, there was enough of my friend's trove left to make a similar WickiDoodle, but this time using the very last bit of the Mother Goose fabric: stitched onto the back, the only way I could think of to keep it intact

Then there were three! When I gave the two to my friend – much to her surprise – she said, "They are like a memory bank". YES – exactly! 😊
















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