I wish I could say that I made this adorable hat. I didn't and the chances that I might make something like it in the future are slim and next to none.
I found it in my little World Of Variety store, in downtown Verona. It's what used to be a Ben Franklin store with a spruced up name. It's still one of my favorite places to wander around in.
We have a lot of large name brand stores within driving distance and certainly they carry most of the same items and probably a little cheaper. I'm all for saving money. There are just some times, especially around the holidays that I feel like I really want to keep my little local owned business, in business. If it's something I need I will buy it from them and not think about the extra dollars I might be paying. That extra money is my HOPE money that The World of Variety will stay in business, another year. That the Ace Hardware store next door and the huge, brand new Farm & Fleet store down the road, won't finally ring the death bell for this little old fashion store.
When I was growing up I wanted to get married. That was the most important thing on my mind. It may have been from my mother's constant lectures on how hard it was to go to alone. How hard she worked to feed me, clothe me, entertain me, etc. Or maybe I just wanted what my friends seemed to have, a "normal" family unit. I wanted a husband, children, pets, station wagon, picket fence, the works.
For some reason, my mother, never stressed getting a college education. Surprising, since she was a nurse and worked on getting her Master's, at night school, while I was growing up.
Maybe it was because she knew she wasn't going to have the money to send me to college. I really have no idea. I know the second thing, on my list was become a school teacher.
I didn't really have anything more on my list, those two things seemed huge, in my mind.
My hometown had a Five & Dime Store. Same thing as a Ben Franklin or World of Variety store.
I would often browse up and down the isles, walking slowly on the creaky wood floors, looking at the sale items. I actually spent some of my allowance on kitchen items to put in my Hope Chest.
I rather liked the idea of a Hope Chest. I think I read about it in a book. I didn't have a wood chest, didn't even have a suitcase but I had shoe boxes, so my sale finds went in my cardboard Hope Chest. I remember being in seventh heaven when the heavy, dark brown, Boston Baked Bean, looking dishes went on sale.
OMG I wanted an entire set.
I could only afford the creamer and sugar bowl.
I'm not sure what kind of house I had in mind or lifestyle but somehow those dishes looked sturdy, heavy duty, indestructible, something that I didn't feel like my life up, to that point in time, was.
I have no idea where they ended up. They are long gone. The measuring cups, measuring spoons now reside in my dyeing studio, in the garage.
The Five & Dime was my Hope Store, my Dream Store. It was filled with possibilities. I made fabric potholders from a kit I bought in there. I still have a Mason jar filled with marbles that I collected from the store. I certainly bought my share of candy buttons on a strip of paper from the candy counter and of course gum drops. Pure sugar, little, colorful gems.
So, I keep my local World of Variety store in business, I hope. I would like to think that other little children, teenagers, wishful high school students, young mothers wander up and down the isles picking out things, too.