I have a great love for vintage table cloths. To see them hanging up on my twirly washing line in the orchard is art in itself. I am in awe of the woman who owned these before me. The delicate handwork involved...sometimes the wind blows and the odd item falls to the ground and a this little dog thinks its Christmas...look at that smile after finding my beautiful vintage place mat~!
Happy wash day Mama clothes line hangers~
