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Clever, Cheery and Cute.

Very cute. I should've thought of that myself!

Emily

Must have clock...

I kind of hate it when people cut up vintage table-clothes for purposes like this. It's one thing when parts of the piece are ruined; it's another thing when the whole piece is well-preserved. It may be a "bargain," but these things aren't coming around again.

AustinSarah, at least it's put to good use and appreciated. Would you rather have someone buy it, spill Kool-Aid on it, and throw it away because it was only $1.50 anyway?
I can look out the window of my second floor apartment and see my next door neighboor's dirty, rusty Eames shell chairs next to their pool, exposed to sun, rain, dust and dirt. Yeah, it's a shame, but they bought them, and they're using them in a way that makes them happy. A home isn't a museum, and you can't tell people what to do with their stuff. It's not that different from an Ikea hack, except for the passage of a few decades. JMO.

Oh my gosh! That's my Grandma's clock! (Well, not hers but the same model.) The curtains, of course were made from a tablecloth from the same era.

I love what you have done, it looks so new and fresh. Now you now have what everyone is paying dearly for, vintage! If fact you have more. The new models don't have the little details like the cord you have to plug in!

And as far as the color of the kitchen, so perfect. Every kitchen I visited as a young child that was in my G'ma's era had a color similar to that. Your bringing back some fond memories for me!

I WANT THAT CLOCK!

...Oh, and the curtains look awesome, too. I'm totally going to try this.

@austinsarah: When I purchased that curtain, it had three little holes in it, right down the center. Rather than do a very noticeable patch job, I decided to give this little cloth a new life as something that I can look at every day, instead of letting it languish in the bottom of my sideboard drawer.

The clock: found at an auction for practically nothing.

The result, a cheery kitchen for my post-war built house.