It's a routine I have - wander down to the library, return a few books, pay the inevitable fine, then wander round to the supermarket to pick up a few things for tea.
At the pedestrian lights the mental anguish begins... Shall I just whizz across and have a look? Na, last time there was nothing but junk... But remember that navy horsehair bag for $1, and the yellow bag too! And that Festival of Britain scarf, I might even find some tools, or some scraps for the quilt, if I'm lucky some vintage patterns... The light turns green and I cross, succumbing to the draw of The Shop With No Name.
It's in the $1 room that I usually find the best bargains, and a mustard woolly mass catches my eye. Eekyacht - it's a gross old knitted cardigan! It's huge but hey, it's clean! Safe to touch, I inspect the inside - yes, it is hand sewn together - this handknitted grandpa cardigan is unravellable - yay!
There is so much cardigan that my $1 purchase fills a grocery bag on it's own. Over two sunny afternoons in the back garden, fending off the playful cat, I unravel the lovingly hand knitted grandpa cardigan. It has several tidily done repairs, and has even been taken in at some stage. I fantasise about who knitted it, and who wore it, and how many episodes of Coronation Street it took to complete.
I'm reminded of my Grandma when she would come to stay, as she used to unravel too. Any outgrown jerseys in our household were turned into kinky balls of yarn before you knew it, and by Day 2 of Grandma's stay The Blanket would have begun. I remember arriving home from school each day and checking how far The Blanket had progressed, sometimes having the privilege of choosing the next colour. By crocheting 3-4 strands together at a time, it progressed relatively rapidly, round and round, a wheel of colour evolving subtly and not-so-subtly as each unravelled jersey was converted into it's new purpose in life:
I don't remember the recycling word being part of our vocabulary in those days. Reusing materials was what you did - you never threw out anything if it could be used for something else. Materials were usually good quality and discarding them would have been a waste - common sense really. It is good to see recycling become popular again - whether it is for environmental reasons, reasons of thrift, to obtain something totally unique, or just plain old common sense - it's all good.
Here's an initial glimpse of what I'm turning my $1 bargain into:
Since I found this wool, I've picked up some French navy 10ply wool for a song too! Have you unravelled any old jumpers just for the yarn? There are some real bargains out there for the intrepid yarn-hunter. You may not get your first choice of colour, but that would be too easy wouldn't it?! And it can always be turned into a blanket like my Grandma's.....
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| A couple of Grandma's blankets |
Here's an initial glimpse of what I'm turning my $1 bargain into:
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| Don't ask - the plum stuff cost $14! |































