Friday, November 22, 2013

An Embroidery Story

The Husband and I were grocery shopping with the baby one day, when he decided to pop into Salvation Army. I decided to wait with the sleeping baby in the car.

He ran inside then ran back out a few minutes later, to excitedly describe an embroidery he had seen in the display case.

"It's really old. It has a little saying about a mother and is dated in the eighteen hundreds. And it is only five bucks!" he gushed.

"Well, why didn't you get it?" I questioned.

So he went back in to retrieve it.

Only, something didn't sound right to me. Valuable things sometimes get by the little old ladies pricing things at the SalArmy, but surely not something that old would.

He returned to the car with this

"It's really cute," I said. "But, the floss looks too new and the fabric way too perfect," I noted in a skeptical tone as I examined it. "I'm no expert though. Let's turn it over, take it out of the frame and see-"

That's when I started laughing uncontrollably.

Because I saw this on the back.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked me, a bewildered look on his face,

I handed the piece over.

Luckily The Husband is a good sport and laughed along with me, despite his obvious mild embarrassment.

"Well, it is still a really cute little piece. And it suits our house. And, it probably IS handmade, just not by a little girl in 1805." I said, in an attempt to repair his craft knowledge's pride.

So we brought it home and on one of the mantles it currently sits.

And I probably cherish the darn thing more than I would have cherished an actual antique.

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