Sunday, 8 March 2015

On cushions and sights

My mother once told me she couldn’t get why I was so fascinated with cushions. I was living in a much smaller place then with a fraction of the cushions I now have and I couldn’t get what on earth she was talking about.

Then again she was a lady with such perceptive insight there was little that escaped her attention. With her amazing foresight I guess she saw it coming. Yet she would be shocked to witness the present state of affairs in my home.

Nevertheless, she is to blame, at least partly. Thanks to her I am completely smitten with handcrafted items. It’s becoming exceedingly hard for me to walk away from a needlework cushion with a floral or ornamental pattern if I notice one at a flea market or thrift shop, I’m afraid.

Two weeks to go and we’ll be handing over the keys of this house to the new owners. We are busier than ever. In hindsight, you should never get a place with excessive storage and never stay put for too long. Keeping those two simple rules in mind will save you a lot of headache in the end.

Bye for now and until next time from Turku. I am planning to revive my Handmade treasures series as soon as we are settled down in the new apartment. Meanwhile, have a happy International Women’s Day and enjoy the spring season! Ours is very much ahead, not only in our minds but out-of-doors, too.

PS. Two of the elaborate cross stitch cushions are by my ex-mother-in-law.


  1. You have some beautiful cushions - well, they are all beautiful actually!! I love cushions, and don't think you can ever have too many - or too much storage as long as the new place has lots too. I hope that the move goes well for you. xx

    1. I agree about the cushions but I can assure you this place has far too much storage. You see, there are those outbuildings here dating from the time this was a farm with several large rooms for no other purpose than storing stuff you don't need at the moment and probably never again will but as there is so much space for them you just won't bother to take them away. And there is the old cowhouse, too. As we are moving to an apartment in a town we've had to do some serious recycling for weeks to manage. A huge job but we are getting there.