Rescue Me
I have been known over the years to buy things that I feel sorry for. The lone apple in a supermarket, the last muffin on the shelf, an isolated petunia on a market stall. (This is how my Bro ended up with Eeyore at Disney World and not Pluto as he wanted. Poor Eeyore had no friends to play with, I guilted him into it, I wasn’t giving Mickey up for anything!)
When I went to University it morphed into a desire to rescue poor pre-loved teddies from the charity shop. The idea of these poor things dumped in the 10p bin tore at my heart. How could someone get rid of these poor babies who had clearly been so important to someone at some time. (I live in dread of the same thing happening to my beloved Bear.)
These three are my favourites and possibly the most bedraggled, but somehow all the more lovable for it. The one at the front has had major surgery on his face, the cow has laryngitis and no longer moos properly and the his passenger is nearly losing his arm. Poor things.
So today, I rescued something else.
£1.49 from the charity shop. Some poor person probably sweated blood and tears over this. The material is all different weights so quite possibly it was made of favourite clothes or something.
I nearly shed a tear over it. I’ve only made the one little quilt and I stood in the shop wondering how I would feel if someone cared so little for my endeavours that they would toss them out.
It isn’t perfect and some of the patches are, shall we say, not quite to my taste. But still £1.49 for all the work that went into it! It just doesn’t seem right.
I think it is going to find use as a garden rug this Summer. Which means that once again it will be happy, useful and appreciated. (Am I the only one that sometimes thinks inanimate objects have feelings?)
That is beautiful! my mom collects quilts.
£1.49 – how ever did they come to that price!? It is simply lovely and yes some of the fabric isn’t always what we would choose but at least there is a uniformity(?) of colours. I am totally envious – lucky you! I too must confess to feeling sorry for things but as our home is bursting with all my ‘treasures’ I am trying to act with constraint…ummm…easier said than done! x
Wow, wow, wow. That is brilliant, it looks beautiful out there in the garden, I can’t believe someone parted with it! Well done, I am green with envy.
That’s a very pretty quilt!! Enjoy!
What a total bargin at £1.49, amazing. It will be wonderful out the garden. Think of all the wonderful picnics you acn have on it. Or take it camping.
Ooh! I am glad I am not the only person who feels bad for the last apple, the lone pot of flowers that nobody wants at the supermarket, etc. Interesting blog, especially as I may be moving to England one of these days with British Husband.
I LOVE the quilt – and yes I would have bought it too – and for all those reasons. It should have been a family heirloom!! – Still you will use and love it and that is what’s most important. And who says these things don’t have feelings – we just don’t know!!!! ;)
I saw you on Katherine’s blog. This is a true gem.
I would have swooped in to save it also! It’s lovely.
Gemma- I’m cracking up over your story and the love for well-worn stuffed animals. Now, that quilt- that’s a treasure!!!!
xoxo
Katie
I too suffer from the “rescue me” syndrome which is why I always end up with pot plants that are half dead. I am however very fortunate in that I have a friend who is willing to give a home to any bears or bear pictures. But how do these things end up in charity shop bins for pennies, I mean surely someone, somewhere once cherished them?