You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.'

You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Valentine's Day Love

Recently, while going through some things in my basement I came across a bagful of lovely doilies that had been my grandmother’s. Some, I am told, were made by my grandmother herself and others crafted by her mother and aunt.   Either way they are very old and were offered to me when my grandmother died in 1994. I happily accepted them as I easily envisioned these vintage treasures framed or even made into pillows.  Of course I was certain I would get to the task eventually.  I love crocheted doilies; they remind me of giant snowflakes each one unique in their own right.  I imagined my ancestors using skill and patience as they created intricate designs and patterns. As a child I recall them decorating our home, often used as “dresser scarves “ in our bedrooms or on end tables in the living room. My mother placed them underneath lamps, bowls and ashtrays; their elegance dressing up an otherwise mundane living space. With Valentine’s Day approaching I knew it was time for me to put “ good intention into action”. Unfortunately the doilies were filthy; I hadn’t taken care of them and it showed. I started by soaking them in my old standby  Fels Naptha laundry soap and then blocked them back to shape.  Next I found the perfect piece of fabric and made the envelope style pillowcase. On the day before Valentine’s Day  I brought the elaborately wrapped pillow to my 87 year old mom’s house and presented it to her. Nothing could have prepared me for her reaction. Clearly she absolutely loved it. She remembered the doily well and it brought her back to times gone by.  We spent a good amount of time talking about her life and  the “good old days”. She shared her memories with me; some I had heard and some I had not but all were pleasant and heartfelt.
It was a
Wonderful Valentine's Day!
 A day of Love,

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