With all the sewing I do, it is a very rare occasion that I have to buy thread. Thanks to the thrifty purchase 11 years ago of my collection of sewing threads (shown in the post below) I usually am able to perfectly match a thread to any fabric. For just $100 I bought 4 of those wooden trays full of threads, from a friend's father who was closing down a women's clothing label.
I was pretty excited at the time, but if I'd known how invaluable they have been I would have been doubly so.
Today is a case in point. I'm sewing a tablecloth to cover a card table. This piece of rather mustardy or wheat coloured linen has been hiding behind the door of my sewing room for years. And the first thread I pulled out of its shelf was the perfect match.
Now I just have to master the art of sewing a mitred corner.
Seven friends and I are having Bridge lessons. The girls and a Bridge teacher are coming to our house tonight for our second lesson. When I told Will that our house was being used for Bridge lessons for the 5 Tuesday evenings of August he turned to the boys and said with a sigh, "Boys, your parents are officially entering old middle age." I had to laugh as I do see it as a retirement pursuit. That's what it's been for my mother who is a very keen player.
Anyway, 8 of us have come together to learn this challenging game. We say we're trail blazing amongst our age group, and soon all our contemporaries will be in on the action. Our mothers say it's good to learn while our brains are still young.
Do you play Bridge? We all loved our first lesson and are looking forward to the second installment tonight.