Have you ever wondered how a designer comes up with their ideas?
This is a story about how a vintage Locket- Necklace came to be.
I am a lover and collector of vintage and antique laces, doilies and linens. There is something romantic about the art of handmade lace and tatting.
My eye is drawn to their delicate stitches, flowers,butterflies, curves the loops.
How I enjoy a day of antiquing and/or junking.
My eye is drawn to their delicate stitches, flowers,butterflies, curves the loops.
How I enjoy a day of antiquing and/or junking.
There is that rush of the hunt for the perfect thing. (Whatever it my be).
I always find myself drawn to the basket that sits in the corner alone just waiting for someone to care.
The basket is usually worn, with dollies and lace hanging over the top of the basket limp and yellowed.
My eyes will not look away, my legs carry me over to the spot where I see hours
of work longing to be held.
of work longing to be held.
I cannot control my hands as I reach for one of the lovely doilies.
Holding one in my hand so light and delicate I find myself going back in time.
I imagine how this small beautiful thing came to be.
Did she sit with needles and spools in hand dreaming of her future?
As she brought each stitch, one into the other, could she see herself hand in hand with
her love walking down the aisle?
I see this young girl gently placing her wedding hanky into her hope chest
waiting for that very special day when she will marry the man of her dreams.
waiting for that very special day when she will marry the man of her dreams.
What was she thinking as she stitched away,
as the hours passed was she praying for her baby to be?
as the hours passed was she praying for her baby to be?
I like to think the baby was born and wrapped
in all the prayers that were prayed by his loving mother.
in all the prayers that were prayed by his loving mother.
As the baby grew into a tot he snuggled that blanket as he slept.
With each year the blanket became tattered and torn and
as the child grew into a man those prayers that were prayed will forever stand.
Was this doily made by Grandma?
With each year the blanket became tattered and torn and
as the child grew into a man those prayers that were prayed will forever stand.
Was this doily made by Grandma?
Was she thinking of a friend and saying to herself,
" How dear is my friend and with each stitch I make I share with her a piece of me."
" How dear is my friend and with each stitch I make I share with her a piece of me."
I do not know any of the stories of the beautiful pieces I own,
but I truly feel that each one was made with love for someone very special.
With that in mind I came up with this vintage locket necklace.
but I truly feel that each one was made with love for someone very special.
With that in mind I came up with this vintage locket necklace.
and story of me
and my family
For one of these vintage one of a kind necklaces email me at connectingpieces@gmail.com
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