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I Inherited an 80-Year-Old Chenille Vintage Bedspread from my Grandmother in the Spirit World
A Priceless Gift I inherited my grandmother’s 80+-year-old vintage Chenille bedspread and am ecstatic about it! It is white with patterns of flowers in pink and yellow raised yarn. The bedspread is in pristine condition. I once read somewhere on the internet that Chenille dates back to the 18th century and originated in France. But do not take my word for it because I can not recall the source.
By Debbie's Reflection4 years ago in Families
How to Locate Incredible Estate Sales and Be First in Line to Shop
Estate sales are the answer for thrifters who have become tired of the routine nature of their local antique homewares store or estate auctions. "Estate sales are like treasure hunts in real life," explains Lauren Caron, founder of Studio Laloc. "I went to each sale with a specific goal in mind, but I always came away with something absolutely unexpected!" So, what precisely are they? An estate sale is a sale in which all of the contents of a person's home are for sale.
By William Thomas4 years ago in Families
The Witches' Treasure
She sighed heavily as the encroaching darkness slowly surrounded her, causing the sea mist to twirl around her, settling deep into her body in a bone-deep chill. She trudged on through the damp sand, the menacing cliff face at her back as she focused on her task; looking around intensely for the faint glow and sheen that was her prize, the Lightning Opal Sea Glass.
By Jasmine Knight4 years ago in Families
Excommunication of the Self...
Originally written by Olivia Petrus. Oct. 7th, 2007. I stared out the car window at the green open fields enveloped in the early Sunday morning light. The car moved slowly up and down the hilly road that led us past the Illinois countryside. I noticed the birds soaring freely in the blue skies and watched the cows graze, while the horses galloped in and out of the stereotypical barns littered across that Middle-of-Nowhere Town.
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Families
Mazzarotti Manor
In the stormy afternoon light, sepia clouds gathered making promises to the dust below that they had no thought to keep. Bare branches of a lone, dying eucalypt reached towards curled shingles on a square, slatted cottage. Windows facing east were long boarded over. The grandest part of the dilapidated building was a huge chimney, the fireplace reaching the height of the ceiling line, with chimney pointing to the sky past the roof apex, almost as though reaching towards an arrow of ducks on their way to greener marshes.
By Anne van Alkemade4 years ago in Families
My Fortress
I sink my knees into the soft soil and press my face hard against the chicken wire, watching quietly as Mum hangs the last of the towels then takes Nicky’s hand and leads him up the steps. The back door clatters. That’s them inside now, I figure. They won’t be out again for hours. I turn and, leaving a snake trail behind me, I slither back through the dirt to the front of the house to see what’s going on there.
By Andrew M May4 years ago in Families
The Junk Yard
The neighborhood where I grew up looks so different today then it did when I was little. You see, when I was little my parents and my grandparents lived in an area that was considered the industrial area of town. One could hear trains coming down the tracks or the jake break from a semi truck groan and complain as it ascends to a factory near by. Today, the area has been improved but most of the factory buildings are no longer running and I only hear a train once a month chugging it’s diesel bootie down the track.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Families
The Dancing Girl
She's three years old almost four, and she's spinning across the floor with her arms outstretched from her sides. Her blonde hair lifts off her shoulders while Eric Clapton plays the blues in the background. Her own voice carries over the music light and full of life. She's singing "Let it Go" her favorite song from her favorite movie while Eric is singing "Let it Grow". I'm sitting across from her on my favorite stool, a piece of furniture that features a wooven patchwork pattern that makes me think it is from the nineteen seventies, with a wide smile spread across my face. The music she's dancing too plays on a vintage stereo, that if it weren't for my brother I probably never would have put together. My youngest daughter Addi doesn't know that. She only knows she loves listening to it and dancing.
By The Invisible Writer5 years ago in Families
