sharing the past

The most awesome Heather once again hosted a vintage swap. Here’s a peek at what I sent:

Everything in the box, except the yellow cabbage rose appliqué fabric, came from Mrs. M’s stash. If I live to be 100 (and here’s hoping), I will not reach the end of Mrs. M’s stash. I suspect she would be very happy to know that I have used and enjoyed it so much and bits and pieces of it have traveled all over the world to be enjoyed by others. (That’s a reminder that I need to restock my Etsy shop.) I wonder if Mr. M. ever questioned her zeal for beautiful, timeless fabrics. I hope he was as understanding as my husband when she added to the stash.

You did well, Mrs. M. Very well.