Hosanna, batik, vintage Marimekko and mini-chairs.

Hosanna!

Because we're coming up to Easter, Child 3 has taken it upon himself to yell, "Hosanna!" at every opportunity.

There's only so many times I can hear "Hosanna!" before I yell, "Blessed are the sons who go and visit their grandparents for a few days to give their mother peace!" So they've gone. And all is quiet.

  

Though I've discovered the 'jet' spray on our hosanna, and it's good at scaring away the bush turkeys.

We visited Grandma in The Land of Grandma the other day. So I'll show you some of the spoils that Grandma found in a chest. Fabric mostly.

Here is some Batik fabric from Bali that she picked up in the early 80s. The above is a bright yellow with navy butterflies. My camera is very close to being replaced.

I think I may make a long wrap skirt out of the butterflies.Very 70s.

This Batik features some sort of creature. I'm not sure what I'll use it for. I'm going to make a brave fashion prediction and declare that Batik is BACK IN!

The best piece of Batik is, unfortunately, stuck in the front loader which is refusing to open.

The front loader, like the camera, is very close to being replaced.

Below is some fabric Grandma bought in Hawaii in the 70s.

It's about three yards of Tahitian screen-printed cotton.

And the below is a vibrant blue and white cotton called, 'Polynesian ladies' which also came from Hawaii. Grandma said she was going to make a muumuu from it.

Child One says it is 'horribly rude' as there is a lot of big bosomed Polynesian women all over it. A strange choice of material for Grandma to purchase ... but it would lend itself to a wonderful kaftan.

Finally, here is the piece de resistance.

This is old Marimekko. The selvedge says its 1972 Maija Isola 'Ibir'.

 

When I was little I used to sleep in a four-poster bed, and this was its canopy. It is in beautiful condition and its frills are quilted and piped. I just have to wait for Martha to graduate from her cot and she can have the bed and the canopy.

The below is the bedspread on Child One's bed. It's a bit faded in parts but my heart leapt when I saw it buried in Grandma's chest of goodies.

Most of the fabric came out of this bag. Remember plastic bags with these handles? 

You don't see them any more.

It's the holidays, and I think I'll encourage Child One to read this, rather than watch television.

She normally reads these ... over-and-over.

Finally, Grandma gave us these mini Arne Jacobsen chairs. They are very cute. A little too small for the dolls' house.

But they fit Playmobil people perfectly.

Groovy.

Fin.