(Quilt made by my grandmother)
Until I entered Blogland. Curiously, some of the favorite sites I've been drawn to have been blogs of women who love, love, love vintage . . . antique . . . old. I guess I'm salving my conscience by vicariously watching them revere and delight in their heirlooms or thrifting finds.
(My great-grandmother's kitchen utensils)
(My grandfather--born in 1904--remembered his grandmother rocking in this chair!)
So, this week, when My Mom brought me over another armful, I wasn't so quick to smile appreciatively and shove the contents to the back of a closet. I'm learning to enjoy the history, beauty, craftsmanship, and memories that vintage represent.