If the quarantining continues, who know what I will find next. Yesterday, as I was cleaning out a closet in the guest room I found a bin full of crocheted doilies. I remember that the doilies were everywhere in Gertrude’s house. They were not just on table and dressers but on the arms of chairs and on the back of chairs where a head would rest. I never learned to crochet although several relatives attempted to teach me. All I made was a mess of the thread. I cannot remember how I came to own this entire box of doilies but there they rest upon a shelf in my house. I am not sure what to do with them and I’m not sure they will be appreciated by anyone. I think my husband would wonder what I was doing if I used them. I put one on the dining room table and am waiting to see his reaction. I k
now my one daughter will laugh and think that mom was crazy for putting that out stuff. Or maybe they will like it.
All I know is that those doilies took a great deal of time to make and Gertrude must have thought I would treasure them.
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