Few old and vintage things capture me like old lace. The intricate beauty made by hands of people I never knew, but somehow now are a part of my life is so intriguing. The small chest, about 18 inches wide, is very French Colonial inspired to me, toile decoration on a bamboo & wicker styled box. It was being abused by the weather out on the sunporch, then I realized it was perfect for making a treasure chest for my growing lace collection. By collection I don't mean it will sit around with me just looking at it. Instead this is a working collection for making art from vintage elements.
I'm fascintated by the piece on top which was never finished. The pure linen is aged to a darker cream with gold accents. The thread is still on the cardboard spool and one of the medallions was still being worked on that goes on the fabric. I like to look at it and just pick it up and feel the age and tenderness of it. And of course wonder about who made it.
Many of the other ones you see here are all handmade, many without a machine. What beautiful work. The patterns and the colors and the feel of the lace is so amazing. There are a few Irish and maybe a French piece in there, but I've mixed them up too much now to know. Maybe that is good so I won't value one above the other.
It actually rained last night. After the promise for over a week of 70% chance and then not a drop. The flowers are singing today. And I'm listening to their song as I start the Angel piece for the auction. It's a beautiful day.