As I opened it - that reassuring fragrance of clean, ironed, aged fabric was released. I glimpsed the colours and shapes of childhood Sunday teas and Easter lunches with Grandparents.
The gorgeous memory of Granny's dark chocolate and ginger cake - an almost black sponge with a fresh cream and crystalised-ginger-chunks-in-apricot-jam filling and a dusting of icing sugar on top came flooding back!
Here are some photos of part of my history:
Out of the bag I pulled lovingly starched, pressed and folded white lace tablecloths and napkins, a pale blue and berries striped cotton tea cloth that looks French somehow... and two beautiful colourful, heavily embroidered everyday cloths on heavy floppy linen.
detail in the hand stitching - and can't help picturing the practical, skilled women's hands that made these pieces -