Being a child of the 1940s, I took care of every little thing I owned, which wasn't much by the way. I keep telling myself that is why I have such a hard time throwing anything away. I have been going through stuff in the attic to prepare for the garage sale. Here is something no one is going to want to buy. I started it for my daughter in 1972 on our very first vacation on a trip to Montana.
Are you old enough to remember the word "Orlon" along with acrylic fiber? This was THE favorite yarn of the 1970s. By the way, my youngest grandchild is older than my daughter was when I started the sweater, so no, it won't get finished. Are you laughing yet?
We bought our very first house after 11 years of marriage in 1972. This is the bedspread that I made for my daughter's very pink bedroom.
Like the old fashioned bedspreads, it has a quilted part that covers the top of the mattress and fabric gathered on the sides hanging to the floor. You can't see it here but it has a row of eyelet with ribbon woven through it at the bottom. It is dotted swiss fabric, with the dots starting to disappear. No one is going to want this either! What should I do with this stuff?
Oh, and I won't even take a picture of the last one, a quilt I made for my parents in 1974 when they moved to WI. It is faded and falling apart, and wasn't made well either. Does someone need a quilt to wrap around their refrigerator when they move?
