is for doily. I’m a sucker for a sweet doily. I have inherited lovely crocheted and tatted doilies from my grandmother and from my husband’s grandmothers. I have purchased doilies at antique shops and estate sales. Frankly I no longer know which is which.
Except for this one:
This very large doily was crocheted by my maternal grandmother’s mother, Mary Sudie Rucker. My grandmother sometimes used the doily on this very same table.
At one time doilies were a sign of upward social mobility. (Remember the scene in Anne of Avonlea when Diana Barry boasts about the number of doilies she received as wedding gifts!) The lady of the manor used doilies to protect her tables from being scratched by lamps, crocks, picture frames and other decorative objects. She used doilies on her tea tray to catch spills.
You won’t see Joanna Gaines or the Property Brothers staging their homes with doilies. As warm and fuzzy as "Home Town"’s Ben and Erin are, they haven’t featured any doilies either. Alas, doilies are considered old fashioned today, but I still like them and use them as they were always intended: to protect my furniture.
|I love this doily edged|
with crocheted pansies.
|Taupe colored doily - |
its twin is on the other nightstand
|I could not resist a|
purple and yellow doily.
|Those blue points!|
Had to grab this one at an estate sale.
Even if my own daughters are not enamored of my doilies, I know of one person who appreciates them. My nephew’s fiancé, who loves all things vintage, will be using my doilies at their wedding reception this coming June. It is doubtful any of the guests will appreciate the significance of the doilies, but OUR family will know that some of these doilies are nearly 100 years old, still beautiful, delicate yet strong. The connection to family will not be missed.
|Mary Sudie Rucker's handiwork|
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