A Vintage Memory

So I sat down to sew a new bag... the lining of this bag is vintage white cotton.  When it is time to iron out the seams, I take a deep breath and breathe in the smell of vintage linens.  What is it about old linens that smell so good?  Am I alone in this?  I remember my mom's bed sheets, old 100% pure cotton.  The had a certain scent.  It smelled like home.  It meant safety.  As I stand there ironing memories flood my brain...
I am on my second marriage, my first marriage was 5 days before I turned 19, it was a "have to" marriage.  Anyways it was abusive.  My parents welcomed me back when I left him.  And I remember climbing into the guest room bed, into those clean, pressed, vintage cotton sheets... they had that smell, the home smell.  I lay down on the pillow case and breathed it in and cried, I felt so safe snuggled up in my mom's sheets.  The nausea you get when your extremely stressed?  That instantly went away the moment I smelled the sheets...
Years  later after my mom passed away, my sister and I divided up my mom's linens.  I have had them for...well, for 13 years now, she died in 1996.  They still smell the same way, when I grab them off the shelf and crumple them up under my nose, I cry thinking of her.
They don't make sheets like that anymore, I hunt for them at estate sales.  I hope my girls have good memories like my vintage linen memories of my mom :)  Happy sniffing.
I am posting a picture of the Lollibag I made today, along with the barbie dress Portia designed.  I have to take a moment to tell you that Lauren is teaching Portia how to use a sewing machine, it is really quite sweet and loving to watch and listen to them.  Here are the photo's.

Barbie has her political pin on.

Portia sewing Barbie undies.