The irony of my love affair with carving old wood spools is that they're one of the last things in the world I would ever have used. You see, when it comes to sewing, I have no skills. Despite my best efforts, I still can't even thread a sewing machine!
So, I play the hand I'm dealt. I may not be a seamstress, but I sure can wield a knife!
I'm so grateful to the mind-set of the Depression-era folk. Because of their frugality, the old wood spools were saved from rotting in the landfills, allowing me the joy of repurposing them into Christmas ornaments.
As I chip away, I can't help but wonder about the life of this old spool. Where did it come from? What was it used for? Maybe a young wife used it to help mend a pair of pants for her husband. Or maybe an exasperated mom sewed yet ANOTHER patch onto her son's knee. Could it have been used in a quilting bee?
By the time my kids are old enough to move out on their own, they'll each be handed a box full of handcrafted ornaments to get them started on their very first Christmas. These simple wooden spools may someday be adorning the trees of my great-great-grandchildren. How could that not warm my heart?
There are still plenty of spools to be carved! If you're interested in purchasing any of these, you can do so at my store, Bucks County Folk art, found on Etsy.com.
Lots more blogging to come!