Lace from vintage times,
Touches an age when women sat on sturdy oak chairs,
Flowing and layered skirts,
As time ticked by,
Delicate lace is created with hands working in candle light,
or sunlight broke through the single pane glass windows,
When women would gather and keep each other company while tots played,
The age when strong threads were only made,
Hand weaved into beautiful and intricate fine pieces of art,
Vintage Lace tells a story of long hours as each piece is planned
and once the journey begins to ends.
Vintage Lace reflects an age when quality mattered not quantity.
Copyrighted by CuteFluff
This poem is a reflection of my love of all things vintage. I hope you like it. XD_Crista