Frances called me this week. She is the woman whose single-cardtable yard sale I went to back in September of last year. She and I hit it off, she gave me a tour of her antique-and-tchotchke filled home, and, impressed with the fact that I pack a cloth napkin in Harleigh's lunch everyday, has called me every few months since then. Seems that every time she comes across cloth napkins in her house, she thinks of me. And so she calls and tells me that she'll put them in a bag and hang them at her front door for me to pick up. I'll be stopping by this weekend to pick up the latest of her finds. These pictures are some of the linens she's gifted me with.
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