Here I sit . . . typing away . . . deleting . . . re-typing . . .
Do any of you go through this when you're creating a new post?
I've wanted to write on this topic for a while, so here goes . . .
I have a confession to make: I'm in love with tufts. (Or should I say tufted, or tuftedness? Is the last one a word?)
I don’t know when it happened. It sort of snuck up on me and I found myself dreaming of fluff filled pillows with pretty little satin buttons.
What are tufts, tufted, tuftedness, you ask? (I did make the last word up myself.)
According to the dictionary, "to tuft" is "to draw together (a cushion or the like) by passing a thread through at regular intervals, the depressions thus produced being usually ornamented with tufts or buttons."
I'm fascinated by the undulating surface of a tufted pillow. On that note, enter this vintage sewing basket.
It was falling apart, but there was a tufted pad inside calling out to me, saying, "Wouldn’t I be amazing as a display for something wonderful?"
I carefully pulled apart the satin lining and was able to salvage the tattered pad.
Yes, I can see that anything displayed on this sumptuous miniature pad would look even more beautiful.
How about an antique millinery rose?
The great part about reusing the pad is that I'm saving it from the landfill, and giving it a new purpose.
The basket will now find a second life with a new lining. Maybe I'll even try making my own tufted insert.
Wish me luck.