I was reading a story about a young woman. I think it was during the Victorian period. She was taking every scrap of fabric that she could get from her mother, laces and florals, and every pretty little thing she could get her hands on. Someone couldn't understand why she kept doing this, but as it turned out, she was getting married and it was part of her moving out and starting her life with her husband. So before she got married she made her quilt for her new home.
Another one, is when a girl turns about 16, she gets a hope chest for when she's on her own filled with the things that she hopes to have in her home.
Even if I'm a bit old and there's no sign of it in sight, one of the things I wanted to do was crochet a white or a beige vintage lace blanket. Of course, I can't, because I wouldn't have any place to put it but it's nice to think about and I'd like to have dreams again.
(I haven't been able to dream in years. I miss it.)
Another one, is when a girl turns about 16, she gets a hope chest for when she's on her own filled with the things that she hopes to have in her home.
Even if I'm a bit old and there's no sign of it in sight, one of the things I wanted to do was crochet a white or a beige vintage lace blanket. Of course, I can't, because I wouldn't have any place to put it but it's nice to think about and I'd like to have dreams again.
(I haven't been able to dream in years. I miss it.)