These are the penultimate Boxes of Mystery. These photos were taken in September and I hope this second-to-last group of contributors hasn't given up on me, thinking I wouldn't share the contents of the packages they took time to send all the way to Alaska. I have an excuse and it's 30 feet long, double sided. I also have 2 other excuses, they aren't nearly that big, eat a lot more and grow out of clothing faster than I can mend knee holes.
But, back to the business of Inheritance.
Possibly the Owens.
Something tells me you won't.
"...I have a grocery bag full of a few potholders and some doilies that my Sister-in-law was going to throw away. She thinks her grandmother made them....“
"... I believe they are from her mother’s side of the family, which would be the Owens. Wish I had more information...”
Continuing a Story.
"I live in CT and I have some crocheted vintage doilies I'd like to send you if you are still looking to add to your collection. They are from a mix of friend's relatives and discards to the textile bin that I grabbed them from. I would love to be able to send ones that my mom made, but at the age of 17 (1981) when she died, not caring about that stuff as I do now ... sadly, they are gone."
"I'm feeling that I am sending these in her memory. These pieces have been in my stash for awhile because I feel the pull to keep this part of history, as it is a part of my history. I would love them to be used in a creative way and to add to your story by way of your art."
I'm sure there are very few of us who, at age 17, know what will be important to us 30 years on. It would be impossible. I'm honored to hold your mother's memory in my thoughts.
Make Mine Vanilla.
There are a number of things I love about this:
First, the idea of crocheting the edging of my hankies is charming. It also bends my mind. Second, I think somebody in copyediting had a good time appealing to a certain woman at a certain point in time with those pattern titles. Third, all those stylized doodles along the tops of the pages -- an atomizer, kid gloves, a paint palette, a fan, a violin, an hourglass, a ribbon that says "dreamy" another "le billet doux" (love letter), a quiver with arrows and a heart -- tells me this isn't just the instruction book for edging your hankies, its the secret recipe for filling your hope chest.
So, that certain woman was perhaps a young woman.
Also, Iove that it cost 10 cents.
Spirit of My Heart.
Tammy first contacted me two years ago, after creating a painting inspired by one of my blog posts. At that time she was challenging herself to paint a portrait a day and my work inspired #70. You can see her work on her blog, The Seared Blue Hair Comment, an exploration of her artistic pursuits and all things that move her. She's also on Instagram as @myartofhearts. Her portraits are intense and have a way of burning into the viewer.
I know from our conversations it was important for Tammy to send some of her mother's things for this project, and that the relationship with her wasn't always easy. I, too, have linens made by women in my family who -- distance aside -- I rarely felt close with or understood by. But as many of us come to realize decades on, the love was there in the creating.
"... I learned things about my mother that I never knew, really, and it was heartbreaking to me to discover how much we had in common, and how many things we both loved as much. I never knew this ... we never got to share those things together."
"... I have her entire sewing room."