Here is a treasure that my mother has hanging in the guest bedroom of her condo. It is a christening gown and pair of booties that were passed down through her family. Her grandmother and aunt wore them first. Then she wore the dress as a small child during a baptism ceremony. Pictured below are both her and her aunt wearing them. The other picture is of her grandmother as an adult since no photograph was found of her as a child. I had the gown, booties and photographs mounted in a shadow box for a gift to my mother one Christmas. She was thrilled as she has been the family historian and geneologist for many years.
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My mother gave me a box of old lace awhile ago. I saved it just in case I ever got inspired to do something with it. There were lace trims and collars from dresses worn in the early 20th century among the lace scraps. Some were very yellow. I soaked them numerous times with Oxiclean and a special solution that my mother had purchased in an antiques’ store. One day, I spied a collection of lace collars that had been framed under an old window in a thrift shop. That was just the inspiration I needed! I decided to frame three of the best collars under glass. Here is the finished product that I hung up in my daughter’s old room that is now our blue and white guest room.
As promised, here is how I arranged the oil paintings. I had an old shutter that I painted provence blue with chalk paint. I think arranging three of the oval ones together vertically made the most sense. As a group, the collection looks best since each painting is only 5 to 6 inches tall.
This needlepoint was on an old stool that belonged to my grandmother. I decided to frame it. It really stands out in the white frame. When I was putting this piece in the frame, it was interesting to look at its back side. It was a knotted and jumbled mass of thread. It was amazing to turn it over and see the perfect pattern that came forth from such a chaotic mess. This speaks to me of our lives and how miraculously God can turn our imperfect lives into something quite beautiful as we yield to His work in us.
Lately I have been interested in old needlework. Perhaps I am realizing how much time must have gone into these antique treasures. It is becoming more rare to find things these days that took such time and detailed work. I remember doing cross-stitch pieces when I was a young woman. It took many long months to make the North Carolina Tarheel Mascot, Ramses for my husband’s 30th birthday. It now proudly hangs in the office next to his college diploma. We must cherish these heirlooms from our family and remember their labors of love.