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the complete book of handicrafts

I've discovered I'm particularly drawn to books published in the '50s, '60s, and '70s. This not-so-little gem is copyright 1973 and chock full of fantastic photos, instructions, and projects.



With a title page such as this, how can you resist? (complete instructions for paper people found on pages 230-231).



I'm also discovering an urge to start sewing. I might begin with this rice-filled frog.



This is the first embroidery project in the book. Looks a bit advanced to me.



I don't care how dated macrame is; I see a lot of potential in knowing how to do it. In fact, there's a design for an entire macrame SKIRT, not just this sweet necklace (is that Gwyneth Paltrow modeling? Not in 1973, but I think she's channeling this Macrame Model).



And I can just see DH grooving at the hi-fi in this radical flower-power shirt.



Found the book at my favorite thrift store ever, 22nd Street, a few weeks ago. I paid a whopping $2.00 for it. It's already been worth it.

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