Thimbles! What a splendid thing to find buried at Cadhay and how wonderful to have them and just imagine who used them. I’m intrigued about the sizes…large or small?
Were these young delicate hands or older I wonder.
And imagine…a design that really hasn’t needed to change in all that time. A thimble remains a thimble.
Once I realised my quilting needle finger was never going to survive without a thimble I more or less forced myself to use one. I can’t pick up a needle without my thimble in place these days. My first was plum wood and I wore it right through. As my fingers have aged so my thimbles have had to accommodate, and my best friend for several years now has been the flexible Clover (Japanese) with a metal tip though I sometimes use a leather one.
Hope you feel rested and ready to get threading again. I’m in awe of your achievement.
Nothing to see, but everything to feel. Love that. And what lovely treasure to receive in the post – I assume you know the sender, but I'd like to think it was the Cadhay ghost.
How lovely they have left the rooms free from clutter. Perhaps when you visit again, you could leave a thimble in the corner.
Thimbles! What a splendid thing to find buried at Cadhay and how wonderful to have them and just imagine who used them. I’m intrigued about the sizes…large or small?
Were these young delicate hands or older I wonder.
And imagine…a design that really hasn’t needed to change in all that time. A thimble remains a thimble.
Once I realised my quilting needle finger was never going to survive without a thimble I more or less forced myself to use one. I can’t pick up a needle without my thimble in place these days. My first was plum wood and I wore it right through. As my fingers have aged so my thimbles have had to accommodate, and my best friend for several years now has been the flexible Clover (Japanese) with a metal tip though I sometimes use a leather one.
Hope you feel rested and ready to get threading again. I’m in awe of your achievement.
I love your posts, especially this one. I will be going to Hampton Court soon. From Canada it is a long journey.
Nothing to see, but everything to feel. Love that. And what lovely treasure to receive in the post – I assume you know the sender, but I'd like to think it was the Cadhay ghost.
Now that is an evocative phrase..
I am looking forward to Cromwell's Cloak!