A Sweet Time

I love days where I am alone to clean and sew and do things around the house. I am not one to want to be away from home much. I love home. It is where I am most happy. Hanging new things. Pictures or old doilies and dish towels. Old things say home to my heart. I love to picture all the hands an old doily passed through on its way to me. Our bed is over 125 yrs old. It belonged to Joes grandparents. I often wonder about all the women who held tight to the iron headboard while giving birth to one of Joes distant cousins. I have always loved old things. A new couch that looks old is about as close as I come to liking modern things in my home. I guess home means something different to everyone. These pictures are sort of a mish mosh of old things that I like.