During our last visit to The Coop Antiques I picked up a pretty white basket for 20% off and a bunch of vintage scrap fabric, which I want to use for practice patchwork. Yes, I could use my own scrap, but I wanted fabric in new condition, which this definitely is. I only spent a few bucks on the fabric, but when I rolled out all the pieces I was a little startled by how nice and big they were. Most of them are 10" square, like they came from layer cakes. I think these are from the eighties or nineties, judging by the prints. I also picked up about a yard of vintage tile print fabric (the one on the right.) So now I have plenty of nice fabric to practice with. Maybe I'll end up making a quilt out of them.
The other day a memory came back to me of a serious incident in my twenties involving a dog attack on a neighbor's toddler. No one witnessed the attack, only the aftermath. I treated the victim, who was permanently scarred on the face because of the attack, but I also happened to know the dog's owner. The mother of the child was horrified but did not blame the dog, which I thought was extremely decent of her. The dog's owner blamed the child, which may have been justified but did not help the situation. No one knew what really happened, as the dog couldn't defend itself, and the toddler was too young to describe it. Ultimately the owner put down the dog because her spouse was afraid it would attack their young child. No one got out of that incident without serious damage. I remembered all of this while reading an article about a similar situation. What surprised me was that I had not thought about the incident in at least forty years. It really upset me....