Throughout recent history we can find pictures and references to women and their hankies.
I have always had a fondness for hankies. I adored my Grandmother on my Mother's side, (the only Grandmother I ever knew), and so I adored everything about her. She loved hankies.......I loved hankies.
Hankies were my introduction to ironing. Back then, you ironed everything!
My Grandmother ironed: hankies, pillowcases, and my endless parade of dresses with all their little details.
My favorite dress
So I learned about hankies while learning to iron. I did have to stand on a little stool to have the proper height. But I thought it was all great fun. And of course you couldn't just iron them any old way.....oh no....there was a 'certain' way that things had to be done, mind you.
So I used the 'sprinkler bottle ( does any one remember these?)
just like Grandma showed me, and I took great pride in ironing all the hankies for her and my Grandfather.
It must have been then, that I fell in love with these little scraps of cloth. Monogrammed, or with bits of embroidery in the corners. Flowers and a touch of lace here or there.
And the added benefit to that is, I cannot help but be reminded of MY HISTORY with hankies and the love of a wonderful woman in my life.