Our glorious summer continues, though today I saw the first red leaves on the vine maple trees at the back of our property. I hate to see this wonderful summer end; it's the best one I remember in over 35 years of living in the Pacific Northwest.
I've been keeping doggedly at my reorganizing and decluttering projects, but it's slow going. Every so often I have to cut loose from that dreary task and do something fun, just to maintain my sanity. (Well, after my fashion!)
This week I felt the time had come to fulfill an idea I've been toying with for a few years: making a proper dress-up box for my granddaughters to play with.
I've been stashing away frilly little bits and pieces for quite a while, waiting for the right time and the right box. Finally, I found this great vintage suitcase at a garage sale, for which I paid $3.00. It's quite clean, sturdy, and has no "scary" odors.
Isn't it terrific?
Then I began my "destash" (or perhaps I should say "restash") of sheer organza aprons, pink satin and nylon bedjackets, shawls, scarves, and darling shoes I still adore but can no longer wear. (For more about that, you can check out this old post: http://sheertrashroadshow.blogspot.com/2013/04/from-here-to-podiatry.html )
|No little girl can resist lacy, flowery pink stuff!|
I've been stockpiling this stuff for quite a while now. Anything remotely frilly or flowing has been fodder for my foolery. (Don't you love alliteration?)
|A flocked mob cap, snared at a local thrift shop for 69 cents...|
|A quartet of neon-colored chiffon juggling scarves one of my boys had...|
|This garage sale skirt had such a delightful petticoat underneath that I knew it would be perfect...|
|...once I cut the calico overskirt off and added elastic at the waist so it would fit a preschooler.|
|This terrific confection of a hat has livened up many a family party. We've all donned it at one point or another to indulge in silliness and mayhem.|
Some old clip-on earrings, bright plastic bead necklaces, and a few vintage purses that have seen better days were the finishing touch.
Today my older granddaughter came to visit. She was thrilled with the magical suitcase, and spent a happy afternoon tromping around the yard in her finery.
|Copyright by Victoria Clark, 2014. Please do not reproduce without permission.|
Grandma had a high old time, too!