Lacy handkerchiefs and memories of Mum and Dad

I finished my lacy table runner and had some leftover white fabric. I was very happy with how it turned out especially as it was my first attempt at a lace border and joining up all the pieces.

I can always remember my mother carried lovely lace edged handkerchiefs - delicate little squares of crisp white cotton with lovely edging and often one corner was filled with a lovely intricate lace design. Whenever I see someone with one of those lacy squares I think of Mum.

Nowadays we tend to use tissues and rarely carry a hanky any more. I must admit I am not over fond of the hankies you can buy now - they are usually garish coloured and stiff - is it any wonder we prefer a tissue? Plus it is much healthier to throw it away rather than wash a hanky.

Anyway I thought I could make some edging and stitch it to the leftover cotton and make my own hanky. I had some lovely edging that I felt would do and using BuzzEdit I fiddled with one corner and added a more involved element.

Well - truth be known I kind of got carried away and in the space of a couple of days have turned out 4 hankies.

The first one was a little wobbly; the next I put my initial in the corner, the 3rd was looking better and then I got really carried away and the 4th has a lovely lace heart for its corner!

Now I have some lovely hankies to put in my pocket - at least if I 'sniffle' at the wedding I will have something lovely to wipe my eyes on........LOL

What reminds you of people who you have lost? Is it something as simple as a hanky or the smell of something special cooking? I really miss my Mum and Dad and sometimes the oddest thing will remind me of them.

My Dad was always a clown when it came to taking photos and my grandson (and my younger son for that matter) are the same. A cheezy grin or silly face - rarely could you get a photo that was 'natural'.

They would both be so interested in my embroidery machine - I am sure Dad would want to play with it. They were a great support and always interested in things we did.

Yesterday I was reading on the 'net about the effects of global warming and calving ice shelves (or is it shelfs) and thought - Wow Dad would find this so interesting - he spent most of his life on the sea and the effects of overfishing and increasing water levels would be something he would devour.