I look at the stitches and wonder who this woman is or who she was? Where she was sitting stitching all this? If she was admired in the way I admire her table cloth today? All that wonderful work to dress a table. I wonder if she served coffee in a vintage cup on it? With a small vintage milk jug and sugar bowl. Maybe she served coffee to her husband who then poured some of his coffee on the saucer, took a sugar cube between his teeth and sipped his coffee old man style. Maybe. I would love to think so. And I would love to do the same. Although my husband drinks his coffee in mega big cups, no cute vintage china will be enough for him. I can always serve myself pretty style. :D
My collection of beautiful vintage table cloths is growing. And yes, I use them. They have some stains and holes but oh so lovely they are. Just look at them there air drying on the cloth line. Happiness that is. To me.