So, I know nothing about lace. I just know that when all the lace outfits started appearing on the runway a few years ago I wanted one. But, I couldn’t find the kind of laces I was interested in. Something super textural — nothing flat like lingerie lace. But, something that looked like my grandmother would have made.
This time at Mood I spent a minute actually looking at the laces I was drawn too. And, I left drooling and kind of wistful.
Wistful, because this is the kind of lace I want to sew with soon.
Drooling, because this stuff was out of control beautiful. And, none of it is on their website.
One last point. I’ve never thought of lace as older or aging. Sometimes it can remind me of the dollies my grandmother crocheted and dipped in starch. But, this lace. Sigh. This lace makes me want to have tea at lunch and wear fascinators to church.