Sunday, August 15, 2010

Arlene Park Arnold/ Pillow Perfection

I read my niece Danielle's blog about her pillows and it brought back memories of Mother's pillows. I jokingly commented in Danielle's blog that I did not know pillow perfection was hereditary.  Mother loved them.  She hand made all her pillows.  She always matched her sofa and chairs, knew exactly where she wanted them, and heaven help the person who moved them would ever use one of the new decorative pillows for their head!  I remember Walt using one under his head when he came for a visit.  As I remember, I think a look was all it took and that pillow was right back where it was beautifully placed for decor purposes.  She did have a few old ones scattered around for use, but never ever a newer one was to be used for support of a dirty head and especially on the floor!  They were placed neatly along the back of the sofa.  She made and sold pillows in her later years.  She made checked, ruffled, quilted, or plain.  Some had lace, rick rack, or applique.  She would put them on a table downstairs for display purpose if someone was interested in purchasing.  She sold them to sisters, nieces, visiting teachers, and friends.

4 comments:

HeidiT said...

So funny, I was just telling Ren yesterday about Grandma's basement and how she was great at sewing and there was always tables of pillows and stuff she had made down there.

Danielle said...

That's awesome. All these things I'm learning about her! How funny about Walt and "the look"...haha.

katy said...

She was so cute. I had know idea about this but looking back I can remember lots of pillows down stairs like Heidi is saying.

AMY AND MIKEY said...

Ok, this is very funny, because I take pillows very seriously! ha. I do not like my pillows to be used for heads either because then the oils and makeup from people's faces will get on them and make them dirty! I know I must sound like a nut! But that runs through my mnind any time someone grabs a pillow of mine. I have SEPERATE pillows for the floor, that I keep in teh corner that I don't care about, so they can get dirty. Oh brother- how do these things get passed on? I was never even around the woman! Oh dear.