When I was little there was always a hankie in my pocket. My mother put them there. And on the days I got to buy lunch in school she tied 15 cents into the corner. I remember struggling to get the knot out so I could pay for my lunch. Another memory from 4th grade was going to the “lavatory” and washing our hankies and taking them back to the classroom to dry them on the radiators. It didn’t take much to entertain us in those days.
Yesterday Ted and I stopped at a garage sale and on the way in I ran into a friend who knows I love fabric and textiles. She told me there was a pile of hankies inside, for sale for ten cents each. I enjoyed going through them and picking out a few to add to my collection. Some are really beautiful and I marvel at the tiny stitches and the patience it took to create them. Even those made by machine are charming. It make me sad that they are only valued at “ten cents.”
I also bought some hand crocheted and stitched pillow cases. I love to sleep on old cotton pillow cases. They were 25 cents each. Our house is full of treasures like these. I love and use old things.
Life has just shifted for me. I have taken a job with the Lower Elwha Klallam Tribe as the ”Elder and Youth Healthy Relationship Mentoring Program Coordinator.” That is a hefty title, but what I do is plan activates for elders and youth with the goal of helping them develop relationships that will help both groups in overcoming abuse and abusive situations. We will be starting with Native crafts, beading, basket making and so forth. I think it will be interesting and fun and I am enjoying the people I am working with.
I am not sure what this will mean for my blogging. For now I’ll keep my spot on the internet just blog less often. I know readership drops off when blogging becomes irregular, so I’ll see if I can keep up!!