Happy day to you dearies! Whew, it’s been quite a while since I’ve done a Hope Chest post, hasn’t it? Between days of bad-lighting (doesn’t make for the best photos, now does it?), bad moods, and not having enough time, we just haven’t been able to capture the photos necessary for another Hope Chest post. Until now, that is. So today I get to share with you all some memorabilia, both of my past life, as well as of the life I hope to have in the future. Shall we dive in?
The queer-looking shoes on the left are the slippers I wore when Charlotte and I took Scottish Highland dancing lessons. They technically are meant for some sort of Irish dancing, but they worked just fine for Scottish dancing too. The day was a very sad one when I could no longer fit into them, but I’ve kept them all the same as a reminder of that short period in my life when I actually took dancing lessons for the first and last time. The adorable Saddle shoes on the right were picked up a few years ago at a garage sale. I don’t know about you, but I absolutely ADORE the look of Saddle shoes, so when these happened to be the right price, I decided to go ahead and make the purchase. Lord willing, someday a little girl or boy will be wearing these shoes as they walk into Church in their Sunday best. Now all I need to do is find a pair of Saddle shoes in my size so that I can have some adorableness on my own two feet. 😉
These delightful knick-knacks have a few different stories behind them. I believe the perfume atomizer is from Anthropologie. I think it must have had a discount of mega-proportions, otherwise little-girl me wouldn’t have been able to afford it with my $5 a month allowance. The mug is a gift from a dear friend. I’m saving it for the day that I have my own house and I have to leave behind my other special mug that I currently have the pleasure of drinking tea out of every morning. The last item, an adorable coin purse, was a gift from my Dad, picked up when he took a business trip to Japan. Don’t you just love the cute little faces on it? We girls used to make up stories about the characters on the purses, and they would have conversations, fights and what-not. Yes, we really could make a doll out of anything that even remotely looked like such a toy, even if it was just printed on a little coin purse.
These items possess more hopes and dreams, as well as the memory of a sewing project from two years ago. The drawing is actually a planned out sketch for when I made this dress for Jessica. It was originally intended to be a dress for Charlotte, but it didn’t quite suit or fit her, so Jessica was bequeathed with the delightful concoction.
The terrific 1950s boy’s suit pattern was found at an estate sale we went to a few years ago. I have a feeling that if I ever have children of my own, some little man is going to be wearing an ensemble made from this pattern, perhaps in a dark shade of corduroy, along with those little saddle shoes shown above.
I actually had my eye on this locket for a few weeks before I finally bought it. Isn’t it just darling? I believe it is what would be called a “Mother’s Locket”.This, however small, is a piece that truly holds the essence of a Hope Chest in my mind, containing hopes and dreams for what the future might bring.
Ah! Paper dolls! Part of me still gets giddy every time I see a well-crafted paper doll. The one on the left was actually a hand-made birthday present from Jessica for my twelfth birthday. Isn’t she just beautiful? As you can probably tell, I didn’t play with “Lucianna” too much as I was growing out of the stage of playing with dolls, but thankfully that means that she still is in good condition for my own daughters or nieces to play with one day. The doll on the right, Lucinda, was a gift from my Grammy. She is a part of an Australian paper doll series, The Enchated Dolls’ House, and she has three different wedding dresses, one from the 1850s, 1870s/80s and 1900s, complete with a “dress” of the underthings from each era. I love how cunningly this doll was made, as the dresses slip on over the head, and actually have a front and back to them, rather than them being just one sided and having to be held on by flimsy paper tabs at the shoulders.
This Japanese tea set was another gift from Dad when he took that business trip to Japan I mentioned earlier. Each of us girls actually have our own tea-set, and we used to have little tea parties with them, though we had to be ever so careful. Perhaps someday I’ll have a Japanese style tea-party and use the tea-set the proper way… who knows!
Oh yes, one mustn’t forget the dolls (though I must say these are just a fraction of the ones that I made/helped to make during my childhood). Let’s start out with the curious looking folk on the left shall we?
These wee-folk have quite the story behind them. Several years ago, I was absolutely fascinated by the Martha Years books (the stories about Laura Ingall’s Great Grandmother), positively reveling in the Scottish accents and culture. One of my favorite stories from the first book, Little House in the Highlands (though quite frankly I do not remember it being called that), is about the time when… well, I won’t spoil the story if you haven’t read it, but I will say this: something happened that caused Martha to be gifted with a minute doll family, quite cunningly crafted, in replacement of something that she lost. I fell in love with the idea of such a tiny doll family, so I decided to craft my own, complete with a box bed (Martha slept in one in the book), spinning wheel, and box to carry all within.
This delightful dear wasn’t crafted very well, having a paper bowl as her base, and being concocted of scraps of different materials, but I keep her all the same. Why? I really don’t know, except as proof that I made dolls that I loved, even though they weren’t the prettiest. This little lady was inspired by an antique half-doll pincushion that I saw at a flea market. I knew I could never afford such a doll, so I set out to make my own. Several hours and hot glue scalded fingers later, I had this doll to prove that I could make anything I put my mind to.
Ah yes, the Q-tip families. These dolls still bring a smile to my face every time I see them. I can’t remember if both families originally belonged to me, or if the one on the left was first owned by Jessica or Charlotte, but anyhow, they’re in my possession now. 🙂 These delightful dolls were crafted from, yes, Q-tips! Their cotton heads were smoothed down by Elmer’s glue, allowed to dry, and then their faces and hair were drawn on with Sharpies. After that, the clothes were made and assembled (see, even back then I loved circle skirts!), and they were given a little jewelry box to live in. I think no matter how many dolls I encountered in my girlhood, my favorite ones to play with were the simple handmade ones, and the little doll families who you could constantly be making new things for. Speaking of dolls, shall I show you those in my next Hope Chest post? Or shall I show you some clothes that I have tucked away instead? Comment below with which one you would like to see first!
Shall I post about my dolls or clothes next?
Do you have any toys tucked away in your Hope Chest?
Do you have any “hopes and dreams” items like my “Mother’s Locket”?
Brigid, the Middle Sister and Singer