Times are tough in the Merrick house.
Long gone are the days of weekly (and sometimes daily) breakfasts at Cafe Cluny or Clinton Street Baking Co. Also forgone are the antique/collectible sections of eBay. No more $10 toothbrushes from Bigelows. In fact, nothing from the West Village at all.
I have been cooking dinner nearly every. single. night. since September. I've been walking far more than ever. I make coffee at home. I'm even brown bagging lunch.
Just in time for New York's own frugal push, the American Folk Art Museum has an exhibit called "Recycling & Resourcefulness: Quilts of the 1930s". The quilts were such a touching reminder of the good that can come from hard times, I actually cried. I think I was just feeling a little over emotional anyway, but the guard thought I was nuts.
Back at home, I am trying to slowing add a little bit of Great Depression resourcefulness to my regime.
What started off as a tiny hole in my all time favorite Ralph Lauren sheets some how morphed into this giant, gaping 18" long split in the past few weeks. Don't ask me how.
Under normal financial circumstances I'd just race to find some new ones but I really love this pattern and couldn't stand to see it in the trash. So I mended them, a zig zag stitched on the sewing machine and some contrasting embroidery for a bit of dust bowl charm. A bit shabby, but I'm a bit shabby these days, too.
I even started mending some of the small holes to save myself the trouble of having to do a big fix in the future. Hearts can cheer anyone up.
And I've extended the mending practice to all levels of my house. This is my grandma's cardigan, my favorite of favorite pieces of clothes. It's just perfectly snug but not too snug and perfectly thin but not too thin. And maybe I'll get around to replacing the lost buttons one day.
I've been bemoaning the threadbare elbows forever, living in fear of the day that they burst open and I'm left with 2" wide holes on my arms. That day was very very near indeed until I had the realization that those patches that designers sometimes put on fancy sweaters, when the want them to look professor-ish, they actually served a real purpose once upon a time!
Home made leather elbow patches to the rescue! I love taking care of the things I do have, instead of dreaming of the things I can't. As the 30's quilters said "If you can't be rich, be resourceful."
Long gone are the days of weekly (and sometimes daily) breakfasts at Cafe Cluny or Clinton Street Baking Co. Also forgone are the antique/collectible sections of eBay. No more $10 toothbrushes from Bigelows. In fact, nothing from the West Village at all.
I have been cooking dinner nearly every. single. night. since September. I've been walking far more than ever. I make coffee at home. I'm even brown bagging lunch.
Just in time for New York's own frugal push, the American Folk Art Museum has an exhibit called "Recycling & Resourcefulness: Quilts of the 1930s". The quilts were such a touching reminder of the good that can come from hard times, I actually cried. I think I was just feeling a little over emotional anyway, but the guard thought I was nuts.Back at home, I am trying to slowing add a little bit of Great Depression resourcefulness to my regime.
What started off as a tiny hole in my all time favorite Ralph Lauren sheets some how morphed into this giant, gaping 18" long split in the past few weeks. Don't ask me how.Under normal financial circumstances I'd just race to find some new ones but I really love this pattern and couldn't stand to see it in the trash. So I mended them, a zig zag stitched on the sewing machine and some contrasting embroidery for a bit of dust bowl charm. A bit shabby, but I'm a bit shabby these days, too.
I even started mending some of the small holes to save myself the trouble of having to do a big fix in the future. Hearts can cheer anyone up.
And I've extended the mending practice to all levels of my house. This is my grandma's cardigan, my favorite of favorite pieces of clothes. It's just perfectly snug but not too snug and perfectly thin but not too thin. And maybe I'll get around to replacing the lost buttons one day.
I've been bemoaning the threadbare elbows forever, living in fear of the day that they burst open and I'm left with 2" wide holes on my arms. That day was very very near indeed until I had the realization that those patches that designers sometimes put on fancy sweaters, when the want them to look professor-ish, they actually served a real purpose once upon a time!
Home made leather elbow patches to the rescue! I love taking care of the things I do have, instead of dreaming of the things I can't. As the 30's quilters said "If you can't be rich, be resourceful."
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