Vintage Musings At The Window. . .

Sometimes I come across the most adorable baby things! My little grand girls have all sprung up and are hardly small anymore. The older girls are all eleven-teen. That shift between child and teen is more dramatic than ever these days! Not too much "tween" left between. (So many interesting years ahead.) So I can't even pretend to need baby gowns around!

But these vintage beauties aren't that much about babies anymore. They have become more of a symbol of a vastly changed world in which so many of the domestic arts have slowly slipped away. And the joy that a fluffy cotton gown can bring by merely hanging in a breezy window just can't be easily explained! 

Nor can I account for the odd pull of other objects found in my vintage travels, with their random inter-relatedness. Shapes and forms seem to call themselves together in my workspace. A finial, a pawn, and a few porcelain water balls have made a statement among the laces on my ironing board. (Still literally an old board.) Do they remind me of little people?

I left the little pumpkin colored ribbon I found on the gown as a nod to the coming season. It mirrors the little ribbon motif  found in the crochet pattern.

I bought the little (big) pawns with the ribbons 'round their necks too. (I wonder if they would have had the same appeal without?)

A cool breeze drifts through the window reminding me that it is cooling down, yet it is not the chilly cool of spring. How can the same temperature feel so different at opposite ends of summer? It's never been tested, but I imagine that I am the kind of person who could keep this same measure of air, forever and always, as I stand beside this view to the world on the other side of the glass. But would I really keep things the same even if  I could? 

I am struck, suddenly remembering a quote I recently read from the writings of Miguel Ruiz.

"Whatever life takes away from you, let it go."

Perhaps this is me saying goodbye to another beautiful season, losses and all, as September drifts into fall. . . . 

Time to move on. . . .

I hope it's a wonderful weekend for you!

Jacqueline

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