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I had a tablecloth that had belonged to my great grandmother, and I treasured it. It didn't hold any family memories for me, although it did have a story, but doesn't everything? I thought it was beautiful, and I often painted it in still lifes. The linen was deteriorating, and I thought someday I would sew the lace onto a new piece of linen. Yeah, right. One day recently, I unfolded the tablecloth and the lace was literally falling apart in my hands. Time to give it up.
Because I was going to throw it away anyway, I used it as a stencil to record the pattern of the lace in my sketchbook.
I've been going through things the past few days and really digging out "junk". The more I get rid of, the more I want to get rid of. Nice how that works. Now if I can just keep up the momentum!
