Her Dainty, Old, Snotty Rags

Inside of this guy...

...there is this girl.  And inside of her...

...there are these.

And these are old. 

 Soooo old. 

And I love them.

 You see, I love old things.  I love my oldest silk pillow cases.  I love our old dog, Bailey.  I love my oldest t-shirts.  I love old jewelry.  I love old black and white movies.  I love older men.  (The Husband is almost 30...well, almost.)  But I really do love these old "rags."  I take them out from time to time and carefully go through and inspect their every square centimeter.

I look at their dainty details and sweet stitches.

  I laugh at the lacy-ruffly ones.

  The floral one always seems to catch me off guard.  And so does this one, but for a whole different reason.  This one melts my heart.

 They don't hold my memories, but looking at them brings me such a comfort.  I will always wonder "When she was wiping her mouth or blowing her nose, did she ever think that one day some crazy relative was going to be fingering through them, admiring them and smelling them?"  I doubt it, but I don't care either.  I love her dainty, old, snotty rags.