"Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful." This is week seventeen of the Pancakes & French Fries William Morris Project, happening every thursday in 2012.
Part of having things be beautiful, for me, is to be able to look at them and not immediately think of what needs to be done. Part of having useful things {as I've said before} is to USE them. {possibly the most obvious reason why Hoarders is such an unpleasant show. It is neither useful or beautiful.} After last weeks sewing purge, I was really motivated to use up some fabric by actually sewing it into things for people. I did manage one baby blanket for a friend, and was working on a second when my machine started breaking needles like there was no tomorrow. 8 needles in about 5 minutes. There must be something wrong with the alignment of my machine, but I have no idea what. I still can't figure out what changed during the course of sewing one and a half blankets. I guess scheduling a tune-up is on the list of things to do! So, since I couldn't finish all my machine sewing projects, I decided to tackle a hand sewing job that I have been putting of for well over 10 years.

At first I didn't even consider it something to be done, I was just going to leave it alone. I'll start at the beginning.

I once had a beautiful Rottweiler named Ripley. He was a giant. At three months old, when I went to pick him up, he was more the size of a full grown lab. He threw up the whole car ride home, and never got over his motion sickness. Every time we had to go somewhere in the car, he lost his lunch. He also was able to manufacture what I called 'icicle drool', when he was really interested in what you had to eat, he would just look at you, and slowly, giant icicle sized drool would form and hang there... It was pretty impressive, but gross. Ripley was wonderful, despite his ridiculous size, and had very odd habits. This is where I'll connect the dots, promise.
I received a gift of handmade Indian curtains, and hung them in my bedroom windows. They were just long panels, with no pocket of any sort, so I just hung them over the curtain rods that were original to my 1899 house. They were lovely. The beaded fringe was perfect, they were fancy, and simple all at the same time. What more could you want? Ripley wanted to eat the beads.


One night while I was sleeping, Ripley very carefully ate the bottom row of beads off one of the panels. I will never figure out how he did this without damaging the fabric, or pulling the curtains down, but he did. Each bead and tassel was neatly removed, leaving behind a few threads of proof that something was even there in the first place. I couldn't believe it. Luckily, I had received 3 panels, and swapped the spare out for the damaged one. Apparently the beads didn't agree with Ripley, because he left the remaining curtains alone after that.
{this is a photo of what the beads should look like}
Fast forward about ten years, and I was using the same panels in the same way, just hanging them over curtain rods vertically, so that the beads were at the top and bottom {the odd one was still packed away in the linen closet}. We moved to this house, where the windows are short and wide, and I decided to use the same panels, horizontally. Wonderful! The only flaw in the plan was that I needed to use all three panels, which meant that Ripley's snack curtain would be out in the open, beads on one side only. I still kind of thought I would leave it alone.


Then I changed my mind, and bought some beads. They sat on my counter for a month, daring me to match the craftsmanship of the original creators. 63 little tassels, 126 beaded points, and all by hand. I set to work, counting out 8 beads, making a point, then 8 more, 126 times.




Then I proceeded to attach them to the panel. After two hours of hunching over my dining room table, my back burning and my eyes starting to fall out, I felt like Buddy the Elf making toys. I would never make it as beader of linens. Against my every wish, I stopped working on the panel before it was done, and resigned myself to complete it another day.


The progress is a step in the right direction, I used almost all the beads I purchased, and in the end I think it will be hard for anyone else to tell the difference. {that is, unless I totally screw up the tassels...}
Making breakfast, Alice