Boots for Billie

My little dog was not made for cold weather. And it’s been COLD this winter. Billie has a hard time going outside even to answer nature’s call, much less to take a walk. We both miss the walks. Hopefully we will return to more “normal” temperatures soon.

In the meantime, I tried to make some boots for my girl’s little feet. I’d bought some at the dollar store, but I couldn’t make them tight enough to stay on. There were patterns online of the same design, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Once again, I created my own.

2657I first made an outline of her paw; adding a seam allowance gave me the sole of her boot. I cut soles out of thick black fleece and “shelf liner” to give her traction on the hardwood floors (something she didn’t have with the dollar store boots). For the upper I used a small saucer to make a circle, then cut a smaller circle in one end, then removed about a third of the bottom. These I also cut from black fleece. I used ribbing for the leg part of the boot.

2658I folded the upper in half and seamed it. Then I seamed the ribbing along the length, folded it in half and sewed it to the smaller opening in the upper. I marked both pieces in quarters to have them sewn evenly together.2660

 

 

I then used the same technique to put the soles on. I sewed them right sides together so the seams would be inside.

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When I had all four made I tried them on the dog. She was not impressed! She wouldn’t leave them on her feet. The dollar store boots had Velcro strips to tighten them — I  carefully removed them and hand-sewed them to the new boots. Now she couldn’t kick them off so easily!

10601Not a happy camper.

She did perk up when I mentioned the T-word.

B-dogBillie doesn’t really like these boots (and I’m not sure they are a good design; I may have to try again) but we have walked further when she’s wearing them. We even had a short walk yesterday when it was -11ºC (-15º with the windchill) (12º/5ºF).

Heirlooms

Here is a picture from about 1955. Yes, that is me in the middle of the table. Imagine, these three little imps on the table, two older ones unseen and a baby — Lord have mercy!

climbingNotice the items on the sideboard — a few of them survive to this day:

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The chicken cookie jar, on the bottom right side, though the lid has been much mended  and even autographed over the years;

The egg scale, top right corner — I do remember using this when we lived on the farm. I believe we took eggs to the market along with the cook cheese and other food items. (I remember getting good money for elderberries and pickling corn!)eggscaleI know the silver vase on the top left shelf was also among Mom’s things — I believe John has that.

Papa studyingThis was a familiar site to all of us kids — Papa studying/sermonizing. The bookshelf behind him was last used by Tara Gingerich Heibert when she was pastoring at Breslau Mennonite Church. In the foreground of the picture the handle of an old flat iron can be seen; Papa had a set of them he used as bookends. Unseen on his desk is a florescent lamp. I have one of the flat irons and the lamp:lamp&iron

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As well, I have several items from my grandparents: a glass front bookcase that Grandpa Roth bought at an auction sale. Unfortunately one door got broken and the pieces lost since I’ve had it. On the top of the bookshelf I have two silver reindeer (who have long since lost their antlers) that always sat on top when the shelf was in Grandma’s house:OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Also from Grandma Roth, an electric clock that was in her kitchen, above the sink. It was originally a darker colour, I refinished it. The two birds and the green decanter I believe also belonged to my grandmothers, though to whom exactly I don’t know.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAGrandma Gingerich’s rocking chair — in my mind’s eye I can see it in her livingroom at Omer’s.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThese are items that are important to me. They remind me of who I am by bringing to mind those from whom I came. I want to pass these items and stories behind them on to my children and grandchildren.

 

Mama’s Ninetieth Birthday Celebration

Wordless Wednesday: Omer Yantzi, 1923-2014