Today is
White Wednesday, and Kathleen from
Faded Charm is hosting. I thought I would share the story I wrote for another lovely cottage blog,
My French Country Home, celebrating her white linen finds.
his was not an ordinary day in the life of Mae Bowen. She was going on a journey, not just any journey mind you, but she was traveling abroad.
As she dreamed of what magical places she would see in France, she touched each garment hung on the line to make sure that they were all dry.
Once she brought the basket into the house, she made stacks of her things.
Folding each lovely garment as she carefully packed her belongings.
She ran her finger along the hand embroidered monogram on each nightgown and chemise.
Would she fall in love and have her heart broken? Would France bring her to meet her husband, and a new monogram?
The thrill of the unknown made her heart know the excitement that only lives in a serendipitous moment.
he placed the last bit of clothing into her trunk, she marveled at how perfectly everything had fit.
The year was 1910 and she was traveling with her companion to study painting as an apprentice in Paris.
The ship sailed at sunset and Mae was so excited that she could hardly contain her joy.
s soon as Mae boarded the ship, she went directly to her cabin. There on the little desk in the corner of the small room, she noticed a bouquet of white roses in a vase.
Even before her luggage arrived in the cabin...she sat down at the desk and wrote of her gratitude to her parents.
Please stop by My French Country Home, I have a feeling that this is not the end of the story, but just the beginning. Because once you arrive, you will find other stories written about her cherished linen Antique finds. If you would like to join in and create a story about Sharon's lovely linens, just stop by read about her invitation, and her giveaway to be announced on Sunday.
Just like Sharon, I am inspired to know what stories are attached to lovely Antique finds, and often I am lost
Somewhere in Time, the name of this song.
If you have time, you must really get lost in an enchanting moment when you visit
Sharon's Guest House, sigh, a dreamy place to stay.
I found a White windmill built in 1800,
A white Arbor,
Leading to lovely gardens.
The song for this post is The Windmills of Your Mind.
Wishing you a lovely White Wednesday.
