I have to be honest, never in my wildest dreams would I have ever considered buying someone else's old used sheets if not for blog land.
Had I not seen them laundered, hanging on the line, blowing in the breeze and then neatly folded in piles of softness, I would not have looked twice as I passed them in Thrift Stores.
Now that I know, that's the first place I head...scouring through bedspreads and coverlets, afghans and bumper pads, hunting and searching for that hint of color and design that speaks to me.
So now, I have a growing pile of my own. Waiting to be used in a new dress for sweet Emily, an apron for a friend, a vintage quilt, a pillow or even as a soft, freshly laundered sheet to snuggle under.
There is an unmistakable beauty in vintage that cannot be produced in the new...
Just as there is a loveliness that comes with age...that has not been earned by the young.
Hope your day is filled with vintage loveliness,
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