A Few Of My Favorite (Whiffy) Things
October 31, 2003
What the heck were you thinking, woman? Have you taken leave of your senses entirely? Specifically, your sense of Smell?
Thursday evening, I was dumbstruck to receive a large box from Nashville. When I lifted it, it made soft, thunking sounds.
May I share with our readers the contents of that box???
Ladies and dudes, get close to your computer screen. Inhale. Are you getting a snootful of the authenticity of these balls of red, white and blue fabric strips??
Let’s be clear. These things do not smell Bad. But to be honest, they do not smell like they have had a lot of fresh air, recently. They do not smell like Bounce, neither do they waft forth of Febreze or Lysol Scrubbing Bubbles. They smell like the Real Deal.
I cannot stand that I must leave these precious things behind for almost 2 weeks. I would love to get out the Number 15s right this minute and start figuring out how to make the rag rug of my dreams!
Technical note: These are strips of real ticking, denim and other tough cotton fabrics. I am fairly sure they are from Gee’s Bend, Alabama. They are not tied together, as I had guessed. Where the ends overlap, they are machine-sewn with a neat square shape.
I cannot believe that such a wonderful chunk of the Tailgate Antiques Show fell into my lap. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
You are quite insane.