I simply adore old, hand crafted lace. The time and care, not to mention skill, that went into these yards and yards of delicate trim awes me. This lovely lace wasn't churned out by unfeeling machines. It was lovingly created by warm, living hands that had many tasks to complete.
I'm really not a "shabby chic" kind of person, but I cannot deny the beauty in shades of white and cream, layers of handmade lace and delicate linens, and touches of soft pastels.
Old depression glass always speaks to me of a time when money was scarce and beauty was treasured.