I find myself fllled with nostalgia, longing for a simpler time. I'm a crazy romantic and so I've designated myself to be the keeper of a Mothers Love.
I have a small collection of vintage baby clothes. They're very special to me even though I don't know who they belonged to or who made them. I imagine a young mother sitting up evenings, hand stiching. Creating little works of art from modest means.
This is a beautiful example. It's white cotton broadcloth with a little lace around the neck and sleeve edges and down the front placket.
Isn't this lace beautiful. And look at the buttons. They shine a gorgeous rosy pink.
This gown is a little more delicate. It's cotton batiste - very fine and sheer.
This is the hem...
...this is the yoke.
This is a little white batiste dress.
...and the yoke
The next are probably circa 1930 or 1940. I love that it's pink, of course, but also the dotted swiss collar and sleeve trim is so pretty. And lots of pin tucks. Even in the back.
Quality was important, even in a little diaper shirt. You can't really see it in these pics but the edges are all hemmed in a scalloped shell pattern. And it's embroidered too.
Boy's clothes aren't as easy to find. I love this!
The value of these things lies not in the value of the materials it took to make them, but in the love and time it took to transform those materials into little works of art.
Why do you collect the things you do?