When I look at this photo from 1958 I see so many things and have so many questions. My dress, my pixie hair cut (I still have the same hairdo.), Brothers’ cowboy shirt, the booth in the kitchen, the food on the table, (What in the world we were eating?), that smiling mother (How often did she wear lipstick?), and that lucky little girl that got to grow up in that family. But I am also noticing the table cloth. I don’t really remember that one, maybe it’s because a family with two toddlers gathered around it for meals. Mother took very good care of her treasured linens but sometimes the inevitable happens and a stain stays, or a hole appears.
I have already repurposed a few tablecloths, for bags, dolls, banners, and throw pillows.
I have been saving a couple of tablecloths, thinking about attempting to try new cleaning techniques or planning a future project, but have decided to let go and give some one else a chance to create a masterpiece from this charming vintage fabric.
We have had record breaking heat in this part of the southwest recently and our poor little overworked air conditioner grinded to a halt yesterday. So as I write I’m underneath a fan, with a glass of ice water, patiently waiting for our hero, the AC technician to arrive. I think I hear them now.
Thanks for listening. Take care.