Sometimes the past just swings up to me, and I am five years old again.
As the baby, I looked up to everyone. They seemed so big and confident in the world.
Somehow, this child view is linked with the many chapters in my mind's visual dictionary on domestic textiles.
Aprons, napkins, dishtowels, bridge cloths, potholders: they all resonate of aunties, kitchens, grandmas and past times.
My home was a 50's development. We had air-raid drills at school. On weekends I went to the grocery store and the lumber yard with my dad. Afterwards we pasted Green Stamps into books. I still have some somewhere.
So last year I went on a vintage-apron kick, restoring some and printing on others. Several have sold out of the studio. This one's just been listed on Etsy:
Maybe I should offer to ship it with a genuine Church Key, perhaps? Or how about some Green Stamps?