“When you get married I will crochet you doilies too,” whispered ninety-five year-old Great Grandma Nielsen to twelve year-old me. I remember thinking that she thought she was going to live a very long time. While she died well before I married, I didn’t miss out on her crocheted doilies. I found a boxful in Mom’s attic.
How nice! What a wonderful find.
Lucky you. These are lovely.
Do you use them?
The doilies in the slideshow are all used, but not by me. Clare took them all to Olympia. Mine are mostly still in the box which is under a bed.
I doubt I will use many since Dean doesn’t like doilies.
How great that Clare wanted them.
Nice–I’m used to standard white doilies so some of these look pretty wild. Go great granny!
Those are amazing.