A tricky job and a party
Nov. 21st, 2014 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I have inherited a painted sewing table after my grandmother. This type of decorative painting is typical of folk art from the Swedish province of Dalecarlia, but my sewing table, and many more of them, were made industrially in the 1940s and early '50s, and not only in Dalecarlia. My grandmotehr ordered tables both for herself and her two daughters, so one day my little sister will inherit our mum's sewing table. Since the dolls house is one big nostalgic/security blanket project the mum in the dolls house of course needed her painted sewing table too. The turned wooden legs are bought from Skala Minimal, but the rest I have made myself from thin plywood and painted. The little knob on the drawer is a glass bead.



I also made a new dress for the little girl in the house, Brita. It is all hand sewn (while watching old episods of "Bones")

Apart from dolls house things I took in the tartan skirt that I made in August about four inches. It was a bit on the large side and now that I have lost a little weight it kept falling down and hung on my hip bones.
I might actually be too tight today already, because yesterday we celebrated that it was one year since the operated on the hole in my duodenum and stomach and that I didn't die with a cookie feast worthy of hobbits. Today (or actually already yesterday night) I do, however, feel like I would never want to eat a cookie again.



I also made a new dress for the little girl in the house, Brita. It is all hand sewn (while watching old episods of "Bones")

Apart from dolls house things I took in the tartan skirt that I made in August about four inches. It was a bit on the large side and now that I have lost a little weight it kept falling down and hung on my hip bones.
I might actually be too tight today already, because yesterday we celebrated that it was one year since the operated on the hole in my duodenum and stomach and that I didn't die with a cookie feast worthy of hobbits. Today (or actually already yesterday night) I do, however, feel like I would never want to eat a cookie again.
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Date: 2014-11-21 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-21 04:30 pm (UTC)/Eva
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Date: 2014-11-21 04:22 pm (UTC)>>Since the dolls house is one big nostalgic/security blanket projec
Ah, that explains all the care and super attention to recreating your grandparents' stuff. That's pretty neat.