Growing up I had one of those mothers who put a doily on EVERYTHING! From the toilet to the radio to the couch... Strangely enough she never actually made any of them, but I have two aunts who could possibly be the world champions in speed crocheting. I vaguely remember at the ripe old age of 5 declaring my life a doily free zone. I hated them with a passion! How on earth was I supposed to sit on tables if there was a damn doily making my arse slide off?
O how things have changed.
From fussy to vintage the Doily is making a comeback of note! And I think that they are just darling!
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