I have several sewing projects in the works right now, but nothing is to a photographable state: apron, purse, baby dress, etc. Expect a ‘flashflood’ in the next week or so.
For now, I offer this silly vintage book for smiles, and the vintage barrette I found on my ebay hunt. We had a couple of pet poodles when I was a kid. Summer was first, short for ‘Hideaway’s Indian Summer." She was super smart and very sweet. Summer was given away when we moved to California because she didn’t respect the carpet in our new home.
Years later, when my older brother went off to college and my younger brother was lonesome for a roommate, Buddy came into our lives, along with Midnight Jazz. In the next few years, they had 3 different litters – imagine little black poofs running all over the place – such sweet childhood memories. I took
responsibility for keeping them groomed. At times, this would involve six poodle haircuts in one day. It was exhausting. But, several doggy mohawks and beards got me through the long, hot days on the back steps with the clippers.
Our toy poodles were hardly lap dogs, mainly hanging out atop our hill, chasing skunks, eating mice and basking in the sun. At times matted and filthy, and at times fluffy and trimmed, we called them “Poodles of the Serengeti” and enjoyed their many quirks.
So, this book makes me laugh. In fact, most illustrations of poofy, prissy poodles bring on a smirk. My experience was so different.
