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amingledyarn · 2 months ago
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Free crochet patterns for these Butterfly Handkerchiefs are available online at the Antique Pattern Library!
From Coates and Clark's Butterflies in Crochet. Scans donated by Sandra Bejster, edited by Sytske Wijnsma.
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theinternetarchive · 17 days ago
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handkerchief with monogram letter 'a,' france c. 1875-89.
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bebemoon · 10 months ago
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antique french embroidered handkerchief, c. 19th cent.
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seieifsetsuna · 27 days ago
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catfindr · 1 year ago
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jewellery-box · 1 month ago
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Wedding Handkerchief 1888
American
Linen plain weave with lace
Philadelphia Museum of Art
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jomiddlemarch · 3 months ago
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A handkerchief of her own sewing
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Rings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me. Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a stone; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.-- Emerson
Year One
Anne hemmed a dozen handkerchiefs with her monogram and hand-tatted the lace to edge each square. She ruined the first one weeping, burned it instead of letters, as she had none from him.
Lady Russell did not comment on the fact that her dozen was short. She insisted Anne buy a new bonnet, one trimmed with pink ribbon.
Year Two
Anne hemmed a handkerchief while Elizabeth complained about the number of Naval officers at Lady Vincent’s ball. Anne counted stitches instead of Elizabeth’s complaints, knowing her sister would exceed the capacity of her thread.
Year Three
Anne embroidered the handkerchief for Mary to carry to her wedding. Charles had waited six months before proposing, long enough for a respectable courtship. He’d found Anne alone once and said You’re certain, Nan, it isn’t too late, but she’d known she wasn’t ruining anyone life when she said no.
Year Four
Anne kept an extra handkerchief in her reticule when she visited Uppercross. Mary fretted that there were draughts in every room and the fires all smoked, Cook used too much pepper and the yellow paper in the sitting room would make a blind man’s eyes water. 
Mrs. Musgrove patted Mary’s hand and smiled at Anne. They had all expected Mary’s first confinement to be a bit difficult.
Year Five
Anne sewed handkerchiefs for the housekeeper Mrs. Cadell to distribute to all the staff. It was a bad year for the grippe. Her father instructed her to economize and then ordered a case of the best Madeira.
Her own handkerchiefs had ceased to be used for tears.
Year Six
Anne gave her nephew Charles his first handkerchief, his name spelled out in bright red silk. He wore it as a hat more often than attending to his nose. Mary lay on a chaise with a handkerchief soaked in cologne laid across her eyes, vowing that she had never felt so ill in her life and insisting Anne hand her another comfit.
Francis Musgrove weighed ten pounds when he was born.
Year Seven
For her birthday, the vicar gave her a silver thimble in appreciation for all the girls she’d taught and all the handkerchiefs and shirts she’d sewn for the poor. When Anne put it on, she saw her hands had begun to look old.
She took the thimble off and touched the base of her finger where Frederick had promised to put a rose-cut diamond as bright as her eyes.
Year Eight
Captain Wentworth offered a handkerchief to Henrietta Musgrove after her sister’s injury. Anne saw the faded monogram in the corner, pale blue after many launderings, remembered how solemn he’d been when he’d asked her to give him a token of her esteem, how he’d grinned when she’d handed it to him, as carefully folded as a flag.
Anne swallowed her tears.
Year Nine
Anne hemmed a dozen handkerchiefs with her monogram and hand-tatted the lace to edge each square. From the bow of the ship, she waved the delicate article, the sails billowing behind her. Frederick’s hand was warm at her waist and he murmured I’ve got you, madam, make no mistake.
The tears in Anne’s eyes she blinked away.
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Written and posted (a day late, hopefully not a dollar short!) for Janeuary 2025 @janeuary-month for prompt: handkerchief
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killyridols · 8 months ago
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i have been to hell and back by louise bourgeois, 1996, embroidery on 100% cotton handkerchief, 31 × 31 centimeters
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shewhoworshipscarlin · 1 year ago
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Handkerchief, 1875-1900, USA.
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gentlemensarts · 7 days ago
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theinternetarchive · 1 month ago
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handkerchiefs, france c. 1800s.
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witchrealms · 5 months ago
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illustratus · 1 year ago
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The Torture of the Vestal Virgin by Jean-Frédéric Schall
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butterflyangel2002 · 3 months ago
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royalty-nobility · 7 days ago
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Isabel de Borbón , Wife of Philip IV
Artist: Rodrigo de Villandrando (Spanish, 1588-1622)
Date: ca. 1620
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid, Spain
Description
The daughter of Henri IV of France and Marie de Médicis, Isabel de Borbón (1603-1644) was the first wife of Philip IV and the mother of Prince Baltasar Carlos and María Teresa of Austria. In Villandrando’s portrait, painted a year before Isabel became Queen of Spain, she wears a stiff, sumptuous dress that emphasises her presence and royal status. Although Spanish in cut, the colours of the dress are those of the Portuguese court -gold brocade over a white background- at that date under Spanish rule.
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typewriter-post · 1 month ago
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