All those boxes and envelopes of hankies and linens piled up in the dining room got to me this morning. On this dreary, cold and rainy first day of Spring what could be better than to sort through the mostly flowered hankies and linens.
I came across the one above in a box Linda sent me. She wrote that her mother and Grandmother made them then spread them across “dresser tops, buffets, coffee tables…arm chairs and couches.” It’s a great example of using what you have. You can still see the faded words, “Wheat Mixed Feed” on this embroidered feed bag. I can see using this piece in a quilt. The whispering words and the pink flower telling the story of a time when we used what we had and brought it to beauty.
Another one from Linda’s box. I find this white on white patch, stains and all just exquisite. All texture and subtly. In this patch I see so much about the person who made it. It’s as perfect as something hand done can be. And of course speaks of a time when we mended instead of throwing away. It seems a ghost of another life, a portal to another time.