All posts filed under: Pogey bait

Pogey bait is costuming eye candy; desirable, shiny, sparkly, covetable little trinkets.

Welcome to my sewing space(s): The WSB sewing room tour

A month or more ago, the lovely Gemma of the Wellington Sewing Bloggers Network had the cunning idea that we should all show off our sewing spaces ‘as they really are’, to show people how we sew and organise (or don’t ūüėČ ). I though: Fabulous idea! ¬†Of course I’ll be in! And then I realised my spot on the tour would cooincide with absolute madness in my life: hosting a party with dozens of people through the house, teaching in the day at uni and every night of the week sewing classes. ¬†Plus working on a massive sewing project. ¬†Not to mention that my sewing space has never actually been turned into a ‘space’ since we moved in – it’s just had stuff shoved in it. ¬†So you REALLY are seeing my sewing space in the raw! ¬†It gets a LOT tidier than this (I can be obsessively neat at times), and will be getting much better organised, and more thought out as I figure out the space. So there is my caveat! ¬†Now …

Pogey-bait-a-thon

I’ve been so busy since January¬†with coordinating the HSF and sewing for the HSF and The Project and life in general that I’ve haven’t managed to do a pogey bait* post in 6 months. In that time I’ve gone op-shopping and gone antique shopping and gone everything shopping at Art Deco weekend and celebrated a birthday and accumulated this enormous pile of fabulous goodies I thought you might enjoy a peek at: Right in front is a bit of literary pogey bait – an early 20th century edition of Emma (old Jane Austen books are surprisingly hard to find at op-shops), a lovely O Douglas, a beautiful Art Nouveau collection of Tennyson (I like Tennyson for being such a soap opera of a poet), an early 20th century edition of Jane Eyre (just as rare as Austen’s), and a first edition Chronicles of Avonlea – be still my heart! They are all sitting on a gem of a¬†patchwork quilt full of¬†1930s & 40s prints. ¬†I’ve shared some highlights of it on Facebook, and will do …

A souvenir fan

I’ve mentioned before that one of the things I collect is antique fans. ¬†I like that they are small and easy to store, and that they are so evocative of the events they might have been carried at. I wonder where they came from. ¬†Were they a gift from a beau? ¬†A commemoration of being grown-up enough to go out from a parent? What secrets were told behind them? ¬†What faces did they cool after a spirited dance? ¬†What frocks were they worn with, and what flirtations did they signal? ¬†So many stories in a fan! This particular fan from my collection is particularly gorgeous, and particularly evocative of a fascinating back-story. ¬†Whose face was reflected in the mirror. ¬†Did she use it to spy on other partigoers? ¬†Or to check that every hair was in place?   The other side of the fan tells the rest of the story. ¬†The fan was a souvenir, brought back from somewhere exotic.   Did the owner buy it herself, as a memento from a special trip? Or …