My Aunt Sue crocheted me a shawl like this when I was little. It was a deep ruby red with tassels for the trim. I remember poking my fingers through the holes of the crochet squares on the way to the bus stop. I have not a clue where this shawl is now...only the memory of the years it was worn.
Today I collect a few new memories. Some of them squeak! One has wheels and the other is the cutest pin up I have seen in a while.
Darling faces to cuddle and squeeze.
I am taken with these darling faded grey and pink colors.
Oh, boy doesn't he look like he is up to something?
Mending notions and millinery finery.
Even Betsy Ross made labels. Great patriotic stars embossed on the package.
Bling like no other from vintage ornaments.
Even off the tree these look amazing.
A quick run through the thrift store today.
No time to linger.
Just a dash of the squeaks to make me squeal.