We had our first appreciable snowfall this weekend.
Which means I have officially entered the "I Hate Winter" Zone.
I need a plan to get through the next six months.
Plan A: Pull on my ratty gray sweatpants, retreat to the basement, assume The Fetal Position and watch Food Network 24/7 while my battery-operated candles flicker warmly in the background.
Or Plan B: Get crafty.
Domestic Goddess that I am, I'm going with Plan B.
Because I need to make a set of place mats.
See, a couple months ago, the Wonderfully Patient Spouse and I were skittering through the Housewares department at Macy's in search of a good serrated knife, and somehow managed to leave with said serrated knife. . . plus six place settings of Fiestaware (lemongrass and peacock, thank you very much).
What can I say? They were on sale.
This was quite the paradigm shift in dishes for us. For years, we've been using a set of Franciscan dinnerware that belonged to my grandmother. I love them. Each time I pull a plate or bowl down off the shelf, I remember wonderful childhood days in her kitchen in Vancouver, Wash., sampling warm applesauce doused in cream or home-canned Queen Anne cherries sprinkled over vanilla ice cream.
But there comes a time when you realize these lovely dishes are showing signs of a little too much love. Chips and stains compete with the comforting apple pattern, and it's increasingly difficult to set a table that doesn't redefine the style movement Shabby Chic.
Enter the Fiestaware. I have to say, I'm totally digging it.
|As you can see, not all the Franciscanware has been |
banished to the basement.
Just couldn't do it.
I know my way around a sewing machine. Sort of.
|See? I still have the pattern!|
The bow was a bitch.
So now it's time to get crafty.
And the first step? Finding a pattern and fabric. So off I went to Joann's Fabrics.
A trip to Joann's around the holidays is not for the faint-hearted. An accidental diversion into one of Joann's legion 50 percent-off aisles of holiday decorations is a little bit like accidentally dropping in on the sacking of Rome. Fortunately, I made it to the fabric section and pattern book table largely unscathed and nutcracker-free.
The Mom Unit would be so proud.
|Pretty snappy, eh?|
The fabric is in the wash as I write. And I'm doing a crash course in sewing terminology. You know, words like "selvage" and "nape."
And, oh, there's the small matter of my sewing machine. I need to find it.