In From The Cold
I love barkcloth. It is so beautiful. The patterns from the forties are my favorite. Tropical florals in pink and gray, Big blue hydrangeas, huge feathery ferns .
The coat that the little girl is wearing is also vintage. Doesn’t she look like she is a good little soldier? Standing to attention, seen and not heard, like children were so often expected to be back then. As I sit around the dinner table each night and listen to what my girls have to say about the day I feel sad for all those little soldiers that weren’t allowed to express themselves to their beloveds. If you can’t tell your beloveds how you are feeling, then who? Obviously, I wasn’t one of these children, it was fairly chatty around our dinner table. We are a fairly chatty bunch.
Also, I thought the juxtaposition of the child bundled up in her hat and coat against the wallpaper in full bloom was kind of funny and kind of where I am at right now. It has turned cold again and I want so desperately to come in from the cold.