Monogram patterns found in an old (I bet I didn't need to say the word old? Most the stuff on this blog is old including me.) French magazine. I rarely see my initials on old linens, though I don't look for them either… because my initials are C.A and that in French said twice is, "CA-CA", which means "poop". I know my brother's would say I am full of it, but hey I don't want to wipe my mouth with a napkin that says C.A. on it. You see where my mind goes, ridiculous really.
My maiden name is Amaro, it is Portuguese. When I married my French Husband it seemed every time I said his last name I butchered it. Right then and there I decided to keep my maiden name. Amaro– I love the sound of it. Musical even though I am not. Too bad about the monogram: C.A-C.A.
Call me a linen snob- when I see antique baby clothes without monograms I consider them not complete. Like the mother must have had too much to do, or didn't know how, or was going to pass them on to the next baby and didn't want to have to name all her children with the same initials, or simply forgot to monogram her baby's initials. I would have been that kind of mother and therefore refuse to buy baby linens that tell me what kind of mother I would have been. No I am kidding, I am not a linen snob. But I am that kind of mother.
Lace or monograms, linen or cotton, what is your favorite? Lace is lovely to look at, but linen is my favorite.
French hand writing on the wall…French graffiti? In France children do not learn how to print, instead they are taught directly to cursive in French script.
La Broderie lecon. Your French lesson for the day.
This piece of monogram linen truly sparks my imagination. The linen has a damask circle, can you see it? The stenciled letters for the monogram are too large for the circle. The smaller monogram fits perfectly inside the damask circle, but do not follow the pattern as the blue stenciled monogram depicts. You are probably saying to yourself, "Does it matter, or I don't care, or Corey what are you on about?" Well, sparked imagination is what I am on about… the beginning of storytelling. I might have to use this as the beginning of a giveaway…
Seriously monogrammed, makes me so jealous.
Mouchoirs pour homme… French Husband uses a couple packets of tissues a day, due to major allergies. You can be sure that I would never use cloth handkerchiefs… certainly not monogram ones… ironing those puppies would be murderous. You see I am not that kind of wife.
French monogram nightshirt.
Okay, this is certainly without a doubt French linen… but I am thinking that the person who monogrammed this was like me… a foreigner who wanted to impress her French mother in law, had to learn how to French cursive and really fowled up on the letters. Way too many curls in the wrong places.
If you would like some French lace add your name to the comments and tomorrow I will pick someone and send them a packet of lace to create. Consider it an early Halloween Treat.
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