In order to make a cluttered attic look somewhat straightened, I rallied my troops, however unwilling, together today. Our mission was to get all the clothes, scattered from here to there over my attic, distributed to their proper places - some piles to be given to friends and other piles donated to goodwill. Rose's outgrown clothes were neatly boxed and labeled in order to be ready for Charlotte as she grows each year, because even if I tell her in a firm voice, "Absolutely do not grow any bigger.... I am going to put a brick on your head to keep you little...." still much to my chagrin, she grows!
We moved into this house 5 1/2 years ago. I was seven months pregnant, therefore many boxes were carried upstairs to the attic... for later. I found so many treasures today as I opened box after box.
Such as these pillowcases I started embroidering about twenty-five years ago. The skirt was to be crocheted lace ( I have not found that box yet).
And these pillowcases I embroidered as a ten year old maiden and slept on throughout my childhood. So many of the stitches have come out and need to be redone. This does not even distress me. Homemade things should be lovingly used and it is a good feeling to see normal wear from such purposeful use.
The greatest find by far was my grandmother's hand crocheted lace edgings. As I gently fingered them I knew my grandmother would have liked that. Now I must begin embroidering pillowcases once again. Twenty-five years has been entirely too long!
