Hello gorgeous people!!!!
I have to tell you, I love it when my mother chucks stuff out. Recently I was the recipient of more of her beloved 'junk'. I am happy to say it's spring cleaning season over at my circa 1964 childhood home. The age of said home, means most of the stuff that comes out of the back of her cupboards and drawers, is vintage. At these clean ups, I can often be found with my hand out and mum is only too happy her once loved stuff, is going to a good home. Accordingly ladies, today we are talking doilies. Those pretty little pieces of handmade lace that graced many a 1950'a and 60's table.
As we sat at her dining table....old as well...... I asked her what the heck she was doing with so many doilies and what she did with them in her bee hived hey day. "Well," she said "They go under things and also on cake plates, when you have guests." Hmmmm, life sure was a lot slower then. If my girlfriends drop around for a cuppa, they're lucky to get a teabag in a chipped mug, a biscuit and a good laugh. But back then, it was different. All by appointment and with good china, real tea and apparently lots of lace. Suffice to say time has moved on, for better or for worse and as a result, these sweet little things have been sitting in the dark for the last thirty years.
Mum's parting words to me were. 'I'll give them to you, but you won't cut them up will you?' She didn't say anything about glue though!!!!! I've seen these little lanterns on pinterest, my new go to inspiration board...yes I know, I'm late to that party as well. I'm still not officially a pinner, as I don't have the time. In any case, I'd rather create than pin other peoples' stuff, but I love the concept and am such a voyer of human nature, that I do pop over there most days.
With these, there's no need to worry about the glue seeping through the holes, which it does readily. Just wipe off the excess with a damp cloth and the rest will dry clear. The other tip is to stretch the lace well over the jar, so the holes open up to let the light through.
Being under strict instructions not to cut the doilies I also strung them up to make bunting. Cutting them in half and stiching them to tape looks fantastic, but being the honourable daughter that I am....a promise is a promise and I used pegs instead.
Not so honourable however, that I don't knick flowers that hang over the neighbour's fence though.
These things looked luscious out my window and were calling me. Life is sweet when a double red hibiscus shoved into a porcelain white pitcher can make your day.
My face book friends confirmed what I already knew and that is, stuff hanging over the fence is fair game. It just comes down to whether you have the nerve to take it. Some people only do this kind of thing by night, but I started cutting at midday...oh the thrill!!!!! Please don't judge me dear reader. I have to get my kicks somehow!!!!!!
So instead of doing laundry and other boring things that make me wonder how the hell, a highly educated woman like myself, ever got herself into this situation known as 'housewife'. I foofed and mucked around with doilies and red flowers. And if you know Mr Beach House, for pities sake don't let on!!!!! He'll send me back out to paid work 5 days a week, which would be fine, if I like him could walk through the door each night to a clean house, a warm meal on the table and happy Beach House Brats. Unfortunately, I'd still have to do all the other boring cr*pola that makes up the housewife's lot, as well as a paid job. Oh and there's his books that I do for nothing as well. It's official, I need my very own housewife. Anyone wanting to work very hard for absolutely no remuneration, but guaranteed fun and love, I'm accepting applications now. Email me!!!
And you are now wondering if Mr Beach House reads me. Well I can definitely confirm that in the negative. Apparently my father in-law does though, obviously lots of retired time on his hands and perhaps a penchant for a little vintage. Anyway, he recently enquired as to whether Mr Beach House did too. When the answer was "No" he replied, "Yes son, perhaps that's for the best". So I am in that very convenient position where I can do all sorts of sneaky things, like foof around with red flowers and doilies all day and he will be none the wiser.
It can be our little secret!!!!! Hey grandpa????
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