Freshly back from a long weekend of treasure hunting in Virginia and Pennsylvania. Such heaven! I could lose myself in the aisles and booths of these vintage markets for hours and hours on end, and it would feel like only a moment had passed.
How I hoped upon hope I would find something with my beloved swallows upon it, which is not always an easy find.
And then, in a teeny tiny booth, stacked in a muddle of other various linens on a bottom shelf, there it was...
A pretty embroidery on a piece of broadcloth.
My heart sang!
It was mine.
There are a few stains here and there which I will attempt to soak out.
But really, I will love it any way.