This has been a busy two weeks. We, (Mom & Me,) have washed, pressed and folded more vintage linen in the last two weeks then we would have in an entire lifetime. We both have wrinkled fingers. I have to admit, half the time we sat admiring the linens we held and the other half of the time, between the folding and stacking, was devoted to commenting on them. What is it about a pure white or cream Damask tablecloth that brings a sparkle into ones eye? What is it about a table napkin with 1950’s colors and patterns that bring me back into an era I would have longed to live in? What causes me to pause when I hold up a bit of vintage pillow lace? Is it the thought that someone, years early, in a quiet and dusky room, sat patiently and painstakingly, twisting and turning each individual bobbin until inch by inch this lovely delicate pattern emerged? Perhaps that’s why when I try to press out the wrinkles accumulated over the years it sat idle, I don’t get frustrated. If they had the patience to make it beautiful, I have the patience to present it properly.
Take a look the next time you are in our store. We put our lace pieces in the lace basket, usually in zip-lock bags to keep them clean. See if you see what we see and then let us know what you felt when you ran it through your fingers and held it up to the light. I guarantee you will come to appreciate it more when you apply it to your new dress or table creation.
Until next time, recycle, repurpose and stay green.