Confession: my weakness is vintage tablecloths. I just counted them for this post, and discovered I have 150 in my collection -- many of which were purchased, for me, by my mom. I don't think we've ever spent more than $5.00 for a single one (usually about $3.00), yet most of the them are in great condition. When I spot a tablecloth in a thrift store, I won't turn my nose up at a few holes or frayed edges because that's proof the linens were well-loved by someone in the past. My own family has added some colourful gravy and tomato sauce stains to a couple of them, and that's okay -- each spot is a memory of good times spent together. In the past, my daughter (now 16) has spent hours ironing them for me. No child labour here -- I do pay her, but she seems to find the whole exercise somewhat relaxing. The arrangement is perfect because, let's face it, ironing is painful.
I gathered together some of my blue tablecloths for this photo. I suppose, with 150 in my collection, I'll be featuring more in the future.
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