these were my blue flea market finds from a week ago. the table cloth is oblong, a medium sized cloth hand-embroidered in shades of blue with yellow centers for the flowers. it´s lovely and someone spent a lot of time on it. it reminded me of a story by mary wilkins called the lost ghost, or the gentle ghost, can´t remember now, but in the story, before the ghosty part begins, two women are talking and one of them is crocheting. she says she is making the afghan for a church sale. the other woman asks her how much the last donated afghan earned for the church. she says, slightly disgusted, twenty-five cents. at the end of the conversation on this subject she says, “You would have thought the Lord was worth more than 25 cents!”
i paid one euro for this table cloth and it came from the tables, where everything is one euro. sometimes i find something spectacular and the seller wants two euro instead of the promised one euro. i never argue. only i would like to know the person who made the table cloth. it´s perfectly white and without stain which is rare. normally anything hand-embroidered has a rip or stain somewhere. like life, like my life this morning, ripped and stained it is. and so i go. nevertheless, i paid 50 cents for the little teabag holder and love the pattern on it, and am planning to put the lovely table cloth over a radiator this summer when its heat is no longer necessary. i love thinking about spring, then summer. but it has been a beautiful winter, very cold, but with many blue sky days which is rare for us. i feel safe and sound, like a bruised tulip that wants to lay down but finds a nice green leaf to fall into for support. i´m not sure how people get on without Jesus, i only know i don´t get on without Jesus. i no longer try to. leaning on Jesus is my pattern but i can take no credit for it, He is the maker of all things. especially love.