Some afternoons we’d be sitting in the costume shop at Bennington, all huddled over buttons and trims, hand-sewing, and our costume professor would mention how we were all destined for the nunnery, to do meticulous needlework until we all went blind.
There is something innately satisfying about needling (literally) over something as delicate and tedious as vintage lace dotted with holes and shreds. All you can do is pull together the ripped bits at the edges and cover everything with little stitches and then mark it “For Display Only”
Which really, is all you want to do with such a pretty top anyway.
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