Mrs Murdoch and Dorothy bags

There are times when you realise, unexpectedly the influence that something or someone has made on your life. A small impact that stays with you and it is almost a trivial thing but at the same time it has become a part of who you are……

At school, Home Economics was taught by Miss Murdoch, a grey haired lady in a white overall who was pretty serious, although this was primary school so I can’t remember her personality very clearly,she was just a teacher who took us out of our usual class. She may have been Mrs but there were a few spinster teachers at this Edinburgh school who seemed to have devoted their lives to teaching.

Our young Scottish wit decided it was funnier if we called her Miss Murder, but out of earshot obviously and with more of an Edinburgh than a ‘ Taggart’ accent.

I made three things in her class. First project was a Dorothy bag. A pretty,yellow, checked hand stitched bag with the clever closing that you pull. I was impressed.

Then we moved on to the peg bag that we had to bring in a coat hanger for and I brought home, a few weeks later, a bright red bag with a front opening and embroidered faces on each side (I don’t know why I thought faces on a peg bag was a good idea but I seem to remember Miss Murdoch actually handing out a compliment for my efforts).This is the time I was introduced to Herringbone stitch. This peg bag was used for quite a few years before it literally fell off the washing line. I can still see it in my mind’s eye swinging amongst theĀ  washing.

The third project was a piece of clothing, specifically a smock top. This was the seventies, so smock top patterns were abundant. I can’t actually remember much about making this except maybe I actually used a sewing machine this time. I must have been ten or eleven. It was a bright top with empire line gathering and puffy sleeves and it was two colours using plain purple cotton and a patterned one. I only remember this top now as being worn a fair bit by my sister who liked it more than I did. I have photos of her wearing it over a thin jumper and it looking quite good…the Smock Top.

I was never going to be a great seamstress but it was a grounding for sewing and every now and then at different times I have been drawn back to the needle and thread andĀ  made stuff. All thanks to Mrs/Miss Murdoch and the Dorothy bag.

This grey haired lady sprang to mind when I was making these Dorothy bags…… :)

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Let’s play statues

We used to play a game when we were outside in the playground or outside anywhere else or even inside in a gym hall. It was called ‘statues’. You had to run around madly and when someone shouted you stopped and all stood like a statue in the exact position you had stopped. Then the shouter would walk amongst you and look for a movement, a tremble or a flicker of the eyelid, a stumble. The first one to move was OUT. It usually ended up with someone dissolving into giggles…….

It’s not that easy being a statue !

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these amazing stone figures grace the sides of the cathedral in BarcelonaIMGP0426

this lot look like they are playing cards but I am not sure…. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

This chap stood short and square in the streets of Budapest

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and I got stuck sitting next to some chap in the markets of Budapest. I never even got to know his name…. ! OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI think he prefered his solitude. Perhaps he is some Hungarian philosopher, I don’t know.

Does anyone know?

thank you to Ailsa and her endless ideas http://wheresmybackpack.com/2014/03/28/travel-theme-statues/