I had the kind of delightful weekend available only to the lover, and purveyor, of vintage linens.
Oh, it was a good weekend anyway—the temperatures in upstate New York reached a very unusual 60 degrees, my beloved Penn State Nittany Lions won at football, hand quilting and chocolate were on the agenda.
But the best part of the weekend involved finding a plastic bin full of wonderful linens I didn’t know I had.
How is that possible?
It’s embarrassing to admit but I have been known to hoard such things. I buy linens at garage sales, flea markets, thrift shops, and on eBay. I buy them when I find them and often don’t deal with them right away. I may have as many as 10 large plastic bins stored, waiting . . .
I thought I sort of knew what was in those bins and it did not fill my heart with gladness.
Recently my dealing with old linens hasn’t been much fun. I have a lot of plain white damask table linens—elegant and of high quality but, frankly, they all look alike unless you are a real aficionado.
I have a LOT of tablecloths. Tablecloths are time consuming and a pain to iron and I can only deal with them on days when I can move them straight from the ironing board to the big table and take photos right away.
And, lately, I seem to have had a lot of items that have damage, some of it small but some of it serious. The serious damage means giving up on the piece altogether but the small damage creates the conundrum—do I try to sell it anyway? I have to take photos of the flaws and list it “as is.” Is it worth it? Will it bring the overall look of my shop down if I include such things?
And I admit, I have a tendency to “cherry pick” when I go looking for linens to smarten up. I open bins, rummage around, pull out the unusual, the striking, and leave the mediocre or common. This means I have a lot of mediocre and common waiting around . . .
So, I was thrilled when I opened a bin, thinking it would be more of the same, and instead found a treasure chest of lovely items, vintage but in unused condition—towels with bright printed designs, napkins with perfect embroidery, all manner of unusual and striking beauties.
All the stars aligned.
The sky was bright so I could take photos in natural light.
The days were warm so I could work on our glassed-in porch where that natural light is abundant and the big table awaits.
I could iron tablecloths because I could move them to that awaiting table on that porch where the day was warm and the natural light was abundant.
And I could enjoy all the variety and quality that are the best aspects of dealing with vintage linens.
Over two days, I ironed and took about 300 photos of items ranging from large tablecloths blooming with printed red roses to small tea cloths delicately embroidered.
From sassy chickens to sweet pansies.
From understated elegance to napkins of every stripe.
Of course, I still have work to do. The photos must be edited and listings written before these pretty things are available on Etsy. But the linens gave me something I needed this weekend.
I started with a pile of chaos and ended with crisp, sweet-smelling, beautiful order.
Lately, it seems, little things mean a lot . . .
What made your weekend delightful?