The other day I was at my parents' house and I noticed that my mother had put some very sweet, very delicate, pale pink doilies under the lamps in "my" bedroom. They seemed vaguely familiar, and when I said that I liked them very much, she reminded me that when I was little I used to play with them out on the porch. I used to wrap them around my dolls, and make beds out of them for the dolls, and apparently I lost one (she said this with some annoyance; she crocheted them herself). I don't have any memory of this, but it figures: I am still so fond of doilies. And lace. I was not so fond of going to the store where she bought her supplies, Melody Crochet (it's still there, on Dundas near Bellwoods, a tiny little shop with a handpainted sign, a tiny little shop that bored me to tears back then). There was probably a period in my life in which I thought doilies and lace were far too fussy, but I've come around.
I recently mentioned a book I had seen on Amy Karol's blog about modifying existing clothing with doilies and lace, and I mentioned how I had asked Etsy seller pomadour24 if she could source it for me. She did (it was about $20 + shipping; ISBN 9784123901581), and she translated the title as "Lacey clothes book." It arrived yesterday and I am so, so in love. I know that the girls pictured in the book are just a teensy bit younger than I am, but what a dream, what a fantasy. These pictures are so beautiful. I like to think that if I were a book, I would be this one.