On Sunday I met up with Kelly. You remember Kelly ~ the one that gave me five boxes of linens? She said she had a couple of lamps for me. Let me tell you one of the great things about having a blog is that people sure do get a feel for what it is you like.
That sounded a little greedier than I meant it to.
Anyway – I got there and she, in typical fashion, had way more than a couple of lamps for me. I left with four paper grocery sacks full of stuff and a hand-hooked rug.
Why can't I crochet like that? Why can't I crochet at all?
I left there with linens, frames, plates, lamps, a clock, a rug, vintage millinery and lace.
Isn't this clock lovely? I think it used to belong to Marie Antoinette. Okay maybe not, but she would have loved it.
Last night I had a bunch of bits of lace and crocheted doilies soaking in the bathroom sink and my oldest son came home with a friend and then came to me, rather horrified, asking what was in the bathroom. I think he thought it was my underwear or something. I had to show him they were doilies. He was not convinced.









