Doiliophilia

I knew when I saw the worried look in my sister’s eyes at the thrift store that I had a problem. Perhaps once upon a time I might have had the same look for someone else before the disease struck. I mean, an armful of doilies and vintage sheets stacked up to the nose, trailing on the floor and fretting that I’d left any behind, I mean… it’s an illness, isn’t it?

I am a lover of doilies :: I am a doiliophile…. oh, the shame….

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13 thoughts on “Doiliophilia

  1. Been reading you for ages, but am an inveterate lurker… My illness is embroidered tablecloths. I could cloth a street party with the amount I have. I do have a few doilies as well. And a crocheted bedspread that’s like a massive blue doily… oh dear.

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  2. What a wonderful addiction! They are beautiful! My addiction? MCM anything. It is pathetic. Yes, my name is daiseedeb and I am an MCM addict. THanks for sharing your addiction. ; )dd

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  3. Just for the record I’d like to announce that I’m also addicted to vintage bedsheets, tableclothes, old books, cameras, china, pyrex, fabric, yarn and anything that reminds me of my nana.Carry on.

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