Doilies! I love doilies, they remind me of my Irish grandmother, and at this time of year I miss her more than any other time. My grandmother who taught me to sew, to love buttons, a good book, and how to bake. And who had doilies on every piece of stuffed furniture in her house. Every sofa, every chair, antimacassars, and doilies for the arms, doilies on the marble tops of her steam radiators for resting your teacup.
I spent almost every weekend with my Pop and Grandma, we gardened, watched Dialing for Dollars in the afternoon, and went to every yard sale and flea market for miles around. I learned to save (or be a pack rat depending on your point of view) and to love a bargain.
Two bargains in one, the beautiful velvet shirt from a local charity shop,
And doilies and vintage trim from VintagePleasures on Etsy
a shop worth any grandmothers attic
the pocket is a doily fragment that has been lined, so it really works as a pocket.
the trim is hand crocheted pillow case trim.
A trio of beauties.
I know most people hear the word doily and think, "Grandma"
so do I, with love.
