Embroidered pillow case,, detail. c.1955 |
Photo by Maurice Marietti |
Embroidered pillow case. Flower basket. c.1955. Photo by Maurice Marietti |
It was expected that each would marry soon, complete the silver setting and purchase a full size cedar hope chest in which to store her linens. Some did.
In preparation for marriage, young women were expected to bring to marriage a hope chest filled with basic homemaking needs. One of these was bed linens.
Well before high school, my grandmother nudged me into compliance with preparation for domesticity. She gently advised me that I would need nice pillowcases and guided me to patterns that my young fingers could execute. (Of all the stitches, French knots were my Waterloo.)
No surprises that kittens were a pattern chosen by a 12-year-old. I didn't really mind working them, but tomboy that I was, embroidering items I never intended to need was definitely not a priority. Let's just say, they languished in drawers, but I did complete two sets of pillowcases because I have them. Both are obviously the work of a neophyte embroiderer.
Pillow case, crocheted edge. c.1950. Photo by Maurice Marietti |
Pillow case, cut work. c.1950. Photo by Maurice Marietti |
Pillow case, crocheted edge and butterfly c.1950. Photo by Maurice Marietti |
And here is another butterfly! Last week, my blog included a lady's handkerchief with a butterfly motif. This one differs in that the butterfly is sewn onto the pillow case. Its antennae were embroidered on in with a running stitch. It matches the crocheted edging.
These very ordinary pillow cases are part of my treasure trove. Of little real value, they are special to me alone. I'm surprised that I have saved them as most--if not all--have never served any useful purpose. And yet, they have traveled with me for many years and over many miles. They are part of me.
Embroidered pillow case. c.1955 Photo by Maurice Marietti |
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