Doilies

Forgive me, but I love old handmade doilies. My grandmothers made them as did many older women I loved. I pick them up at thrift stores when I see them. I’ve secured these in the window with old clip on earrings and line which I also love. This is in my craft room. They calm and inspire me. This one space is mine. It used to be Matt’s bedroom. Years After he left home, he went up there and looked around and said:This isn’t my room anymore more, is it? :—)
No, it’s not. But in a way, it always will be. The boys left their imprints all over this old farmhouse, as did the family before us. J’s great grandfather built this house in about 1904. It’s not fancy, but it’s home.
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