I have a big pile of tablecloths of all sizes,
some that I made, some that were made by others, some that were gifts.
All are lovely in their way and all sit in the cupboard
It is not possible to use them and I cannot bring myself to cut and reuse them, so the only time that they see the light of day is when, once a year, I take them out to wash and iron. Yesterday was that happy day and now that the pile has gone back to the cupboard, I thought I would show the oldest one (I think).
This was made by my great-grandmother Rachel and it certainly shows signs of time and use. I have a couple of other pieces by her and she seems to have favored scenes of childhood and her craftsmanship was very good.