If there’s one piece of advice I could give to a collector of old knitting and sewing patterns, it would be this:
Make sure your friends, family, acquaintances and colleagues know you collect these crazy old things.
I didn’t even realise the benefits of this myself until late last year, when I was gifted with a pattern book for knitted novelties. My unexpected benefactor happened to mention she had a book she thought I’d love and an hour later, it was in my hands. Mine! To keep!
On top of this, I’ve had people taking pity on my inability to cultivate a fabric stash by doing it for me. This is awesome, in my opinion, although I’m now faced with the problem of finding a way to make use of this donated stash. As problems go, it a good one to have.
More recently, I came in to work one Monday morning and found a little parcel on my desk with my name on it. Intriguing, I thought to myself. Why should anyone be giving me a mysterious gift? And since I’m chronically incapable of dealing with my own curiosity longer than absolutely necessary, I set to opening this little bag and pulling out the treasures inside, which looked a little like this: