|women's vintage handkerchiefs, some cotton, some linen, unfolded|
Over the winter she gave me a box of handkerchiefs. Then she gave me another.
I pinned the hankies up to see if they would cover my design wall,
Yes, I think they will.
Then I noticed the beautiful folds.
The hills and valleys, the lines and creases.
Then I thought about how those lines came to be.
Washing, bleaching, ironing, folding carefully, ironing again and again.
Making small packets of empty heat and time. Holding it secret.
No stitching other than the occasional monogram, which I believe was done in a factory.
I just wanted to make a note of this. Of me noticing.
|Martha Agry Vaughn Quilt 1805 Maine silk patchwork|
It's giving me a path.
It is in the collection of the Winterthur Museum.