Check out Mama Nake-id. As they would say back in the day, "Hubba, hubba!"
Our lovely neighbor, Marie, was astonished that I didn't want these treasures. "Oh, honey," I said, "I've taken. China, quilts, linens, cookbooks. I'm set to party like it's 1959. Break out the aspic!"
I can resist anything but textiles, which means making friends with my ironing board again. Hello pretties!
As many of you know, the most challenging aspect of this isn't the dust or the work but the sense of time's passage and the impermanence of those things that seemed immutable.
Pass the relish tray, please. I could use an olive.