Have you ever heard of McKay's Corners? If you (a) live around Chatham, Ontario; (b) sew; (c) aren't afraid of towering, mouldering, chittering bales of ancient fabric, then you might know about McKay's Corners.... an enormous pole barn bursting with material, out on a country road off Highway 401. Thirty years ago, I shoveled through the stacks for flannel for receiving blankets and velvet for an elegant bring-home-baby-from-hospital blanket. Twenty-five years ago, I unearthed spandex or my daughter's skating and dance outfits. Pillowcases, sheer and rich materials for draperies... once even a woollen blend for an unfortunate pair or man's woolen pants, which I just couldn't make Kee wear. Prices are great, measurements are generous and you just wash the material in hot water water a couple of times to get rid the dead mummy smell.
This time I went in search of vintage cotton prints, to make drapes for the two big bedrooms, slipcovers for the leather parson's chairs in the sunroom and maybe some aprons.
