Thanks to Kathy from A Delightsome Life for featuring this post.
There’s just something about vintage lace that makes my heart soar. I always keep my eyes out for it at estate sales and thrift stores.
A couple of weeks ago I really scored.
I had been sick all week. One afternoon my friend, Amanda called and told me about an estate sale she had ran across close to our homes. She was so cute and said, “It’s such a gorgeous day, I thought that it might make you feel better if you got out for a few minutes and ran to this sale”. Let’s just say, she didn’t have to beg. I hopped into my car and off I went.
It was pretty picked over, but I found a pussy willow wreath for $5. Then I walked into one of the bedrooms.
There lying on the bed in a plastic zippered bag was a large lace coverlet. Laaaaaaaaa! Yes, that’s the sound of angels singing.
Because I really didn’t feel well I didn’t inspect it closely, but I thought it looked too perfect to be handmade.
Still, it was lovely and I thought that if it wasn’t a bad price I would get it. It wasn’t marked so I took it up to ask a price. The kid at the table said, ‘How much were you thinking?” I told him that if it was handmade it would be worth alot, but that I didn’t think it was. He showed his dad and we all agreed it probably wasn’t. I told him I was thinking about $20. He said, “Would you pay $30?”. I said, “sure”.
Doesn’t it have a beautiful edge? Well, here’s the thing. Two of my friends that saw it are sure it is handmade. One of them said her grandmother had one just like it she made for her bed. If so, I feel a little guilty. But really, I just told them what I thought.
I decided to use it on my table for Easter. I love how it drapes on the floor.
Some other vintage lace is spilling out of the moss basket. Another estate sale find.
I found this silver bud vase at a thrift for $2.
Look how gorgeous the top is.
I stuck a rustic metal chick in my planted pot of grass and tied more lace at her base.
Mini carrots and a couple of green bottles are tucked inside an aqua berry basket. A moss bird, some French pots, and a sparkly egg find homage along side the lace.
The wicker basket and little chick egg holders are more estate sale treasures.
I hung a few Easter cuties from the chandy.
I love Easter décor, but not as much as I love vintage lace! So do you think it’s handmade?
I will be sharing with these lovely parties: