On our last visit together, a four day Thanksgiving weekend, my grandmother and I talked about a ton of things, which was nothing unusual for us. We could talk up a storm with little trouble.
One of the things we talked, and laughed about, was the fact that she hated to sew, absolutely hated it. Along that path we also talked about how she never learned to crochet or knit and hated to embroider, despite her mother's best efforts. She insisted that gene had leap frogged right over her and been passed on to me, however.
|I am not this talented at all.|
She even said she was relieved to have boys so she wasn't obligated to teach them any of that stuff, because it wouldn't have happened.
We had quite the discussion about my great-grandmothers many talents. She sewed beautifully, embroidered, crocheted and knitted. She could even tat.
In the picnic basket I found quite the collection of doilies and dresser scarves all tightly packed together.
I shared quite a lot of them with my nieces but I also kept several for myself. They are so sweet and quite lovely. I just recently washed and pressed them and I plan to use them in my next home when I decorate.
Adding warmth and a touch of nostalgia will be quite nice, I think.
|How sweet are these?!|
Also inside the basket were several hankies trimmed in great-grandma's handmade crocheted lace. Love these!
|I wish they still made hankies like this.|
|Love the pretty edges on this one. So dainty.|
And a few darling printed ones I added to the basket when I cleaned out my grandmothers bureau drawers. I remember her using these and thinking they were so pretty. Now they are rather warn, but still quite lovely.
A darling crocheted pin cushion was tucked inside too. It is a larger one for sticking hat pins into. I don't think it was ever used. Super, super cute! I can envision it sitting on top of a dresser in the guest room.