One of my favorite purchases that I made years back was this tall and narrow metal ladder. I have not a clue as to the utilitarian purpose of this hollow metal ladder with chipped white paint and spots of rust. Attempting to climb on it could result in a nasty spill – for sure.
The ladder now perfectly serves as a wonderful display piece for my antique French linens.
Each piece is unique and very special. I like the way the corded edge is tattered in comparison to the perfectly elegant crocheted lace. The fabric is soft, yet sturdy.
Beautifully stitched red monograms make me wonder what E.D. and C.L. stand for.
Soft layers meld together nicely in the afternoon light. Maybe I need a nap to dream up a story about a little stone cottage in France that has layers of old French linens stacked on a wood shelf and drying on a clothesline in the cool breeze. What is the name of the petite French woman who delicately cares for her home spun linens with red embroidered monograms? Emaline…Darcie…Claire…Lavine….