That little antique needlecase that appeared in my living room has possible explanations, but these have us baffled! Would you believe that they turned up in my parents' garage, in my dad's box of oil rags? Mom saw them, intervened, and passed them on to me.
No one has the slightest idea where they came from or how they wound up with the oil rags. (Do I need to mention that no one in our family would do that to pretty needlework?) I don't know what I'm going to do with them, but the embroidery is absolutely gorgeous. I'll keep them safe until I figure something out.
There's one piece with a monogram. That could be from Delores, my father's mother, but aren't monograms usually the last initial? I can't figure out what this piece of hemmed flannel would have been. Or even if it went with the other two pieces.
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