When the urge strikes, it is usually when it is stinking hot and sticky. A gigantic overflowing basket of pillowcases, teatowels and sheets has been sitting on the bedroom floor for two weeks. That's when I started cleaning out the linen cupboard with great excitement, but got bored after the first lot of fabric remnants. Today, however, I set to work on the pillowcase mountain while listening to nana-songs on the radio, all boiling and sweaty. I picked up most of these old pillowcases at opshops and haven't really ever taken the time to look at them before. So much detail. Pretty, and they feel like summer.