Poem about Doilies

[ReniC]

I came across this lovely blog while looking for embroidery inspiration and saw this poem that so describes vintage doilies. Please take a gander and enjoy :

The Life Of A Doily

[magiccrochetfan]

That's very nice. Thanks for sharing it! I love the pretty doilies in the photos. (People will probably start trying to figure out where to find the patterns for them )

[HomekeepingGran]

I have more than one piece of lace crochet from flea markets in my home. And yes, I do wonder who made them and why. Odd how things cycle around.

[ReniC]

I too have doilies that are vintage from my MIL after she passed away. Come to find out, one is from her mother who went to west Oregon in a covered wagon as a child. Also, a light wool, knit, afghan that nobody knows where it came from. It's still a mystery. These to me are all treasures.

 

[darski]

That is beautiful. It does represent what I have thought over time as well.

[beth_in_indy]

Lovely poem. I just finished a pineapple doily yesterday, and almost all of the thoughts described in the poem went through my mind at one time or another as I worked on it. I love to watch the pattern magically evolve as each row is completed.

 

Thank-you for sharing such a neat site and poem. Beth

[Granny Square]

Thanks for that link!

 

I don't have any heirlooms but I often wondered, when looking at (or making a doily from)a vintage pattern, how many have done the same pattern before me. (the now defunct) Celt's site had many patterns from the 1940's; I often pictured ladies working on them while listening to war news on the radio, or maybe to decorate their new post-war home in the suburbs.