A thrifted crocheted tablecloth

One day, on my way to buy my daily supply of vegetables, I stumbled upon the smallest ukay-ukay tiangge to the market. Somewhere in the pile of clothes, beneath the jammed hanger lines, I saw a beautiful hem of a crocheted tablecloth of creamy white color. I tugged it out and instantly knew the treasure needed to go home with me. I know from the appearance and the feel of the fabric that it was made of something so lovely, handmade, and something for certain is rare to find these days. When I started learning crochet, I realized it was so much more. I acknowledged the intricate pattern and the level of artistry that I would just be dreaming of achieving, and I know for sure that great labor must have been put into it.