I was sorting through drawers this week and pulled out all my vintage tablecloths and dresser scarves. They were all freshly laundered and pressed this week - ready for the next party. Some of them belonged to my Mom and the rest were given to me by my cousin before she passed away. I know that some of them had belonged to her mother and she knew I liked old linens.
My favourites are the yellows and blues. Some have holes worn in them and some have stains that won't come out but I couldn't love them any more if they were perfect. They are a woven history of my family and tell the story of countless dinners.
I can feel the warmth and the love in the snowy folds and the simple stitchwork...
|A crisp dresser scarf that my mother bought in 1946. We are using it in the guest room.|