Last weekend at the antique market I was digging through a box, pulling out one piece of handmade linen after another. I love moments like this… a card board treasure chest and nobody around to watch me drool.
One beautiful thing after another. Roses seemed to bloom. Their stories like fragrance filled the air. The dealer said, "I have a whole attic full."
My mouth dropped, my heart skipped a beat and I composed myself saying, (in French with that twangy American accent,) "Can I come and take a look."
"Sure." She beamed back (rubbing her hands together, as I hugged my heart.)
Today is the rendez-vous, and I can barely type this blog, because I am so very happy. Like a kid in a candy store. Imagine Chocolate corsets, Lollipop linens, Sweet sheets, and me!! (PS. French husband, I am not talking about what you might be thinking, not yet at least.)
I thank the hands that took the time to create such treasures for the home. I thank the cloth and thread that allowed to be bent and woven with thought and care. I thank the person who washed, ironed and folded these pieces…did she know it would be the last time when she placed them in the drawer? I thank every stitch that connects that time to this moment.
Photos: French antique everyday linens, collected throughout time.
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