You know what's great about having a blog? Even if no one ever reads it you can still talk about yourself all you want and not feel like you are being narccisistic or something.
Today I took an old embroidered fine linen table cloth that had been my mother's and possibly my grandmother's before her and made a kitchen curtain out of it. There are many threadbare places and loose threads on it attesting to a history of many fine dinners over the years. If it could only talk, what stories it would tell. Anyway, I just couldn't stand to have it stuck away forgotten and disused in my sister's garage and since it was beyond its original function, I thought this would be a way to bring it out and enjoy it. I love it, probably more because of the sentimental memories than a decorative addition to my kitchen. But I will get more pleasure from this worn looking piece of cloth then anything. To me it is beautiful!
While I was working on my curtain, Michael was putting together an album of pictures from his bike trip he took to Nova Scotia for three weeks this summer with his friend Nathan. New or old memories, they are all important to us. I'm just thankful we still can remember them!
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