There is something about the colors of autumn that never seems to grow old. The golden yellows, warm reds, deep browns, and muted shades of harvest seem to find their way into our homes each year, reminding us of a … Read More
There was a time when even a simple handkerchief could be something special. It might be tucked into a handbag, slipped into a pocket, given as a small gift, or carefully folded into a dresser drawer. And sometimes, it came … Read More
Every now and then, something from the past comes along that makes us stop and smile. It might be a child’s tiny dress, a well-loved toy, or, in this case, a little book called *Flower Children: The Little Cousins of … Read More
Today, vintage Halloween memorabilia has a special appeal for collectors and anyone who enjoys the history of everyday American life. An old cardboard cat, a paper party decoration, a vintage mask, or a little whistle may seem like a modest … Read More
There is something wonderfully touching about old schoolbooks. Perhaps it is because they were never meant to become treasures. They were meant to be **used**. Opened every morning. Carried home at night. Set upon a wooden school desk. Thumbed through … Read More
There are some pieces of vintage clothing that announce themselves immediately. A magnificent gown, an elaborate hat, an embroidered jacket—you know at once that you have found something worth stopping to examine. And then there are the little pieces. They … Read More
Every now and then, something comes into my hands that makes me stop. It may not be large. It may not be expensive. It may not even be something I can immediately identify. But it makes me curious. That is … Read More
There is something wonderfully romantic about a lady’s boudoir of the 1920s. **Silk Before Breakfast** The morning might begin with a silk or satin bed jacket, perhaps delicately trimmed with lace or embroidery. These were not necessarily grand garments. Some … Read More
There was a time when Sunday dinner called for the good tablecloth. Not necessarily because the meal itself was elaborate, and not because the table needed to impress anyone. Rather, Sunday had its own quiet importance. It was a day … Read More
A piece is in your hands—something lovely, something well-made—but you hesitate. Do I keep it? Or do I let it go? Those of us who gather textiles, trims, and small fragments of the past know this feeling well. Not everything … Read More