Are you intrigued by
antique lace as much as I am?
Let’s take a journey back in time When everything was beautiful And gentle streams did flow. Where happy children graced the halls In mansions on a hill Where charm and grace did set the pace In memories, lingering still. A time when ladies met for tea At tables set for two Southern Belles with things to tell In misty morning hue. Corsets here and bustles there Such lovely flowing dresses A touch of eloquence was found Beneath those lovely tresses. All dressed up in fringe and lace With gowns of flowing white They held their children close to them And tucked them in at night. With locks of hair pulled up in buns And topped with pretty bonnet The legend that was left behind Goes nearly like a sonnet.
portion of a poem by Marilyn Ferguson 2003
"Victorian Lace for Mother's Day".