I'm not really into the whole huntin', shootin', fishin' thing as such, but I find myself strangely attracted to images from that (probably) imaginary world that I loved so much in novels of the early twentieth century, that seemingly quintessentially English world of grand houses and weekend parties that always featured a hunt. Or Agatha Christie's stories of English drawing rooms and high body counts. This tablecloth came from Dandenong Savers for the princely sum of $4 (after Sunday student discount). I think it's printed damask, a nice weight.
I'm not sure if I'll keep it as a tablecloth, or treat it as fabric (as I do many of my op shop treasures - I gravitate instantly towards the textiles, and then the books) and transform it into a garment. It would make a great skirt or blouse, if I can creatively cut it to use as much of the pattern as possible.
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Any sign of the fox on your tablecloth?
Good score. I like the fabrics and sewing stuff at Savers then I also head to the books.
Oh that is a stunning cloth! I understand your fascination with that period of time - my favourite kids books were Enid Blyton's stories about girls boarding schools. It wasn't until I was much older that I thought more about the girls in the stories, and how wealthy their parents must have been to send their daughters there!
oh RAWAA - that is a fantastic find.
I have just been down in Rosebud and was amazed and their large number of opshops - many many good opshops.
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