Our great grandmothers and grandmothers were brought up to play piano, read poetry and make lace. In the 60ies, their daughters kept those lace doyleys under the glass on coffee tables and commodes. Now we have drawers full of lace and needlework. It has no use in modernly furnished flats, it is just an emotional value locked in the dark of a drawer. I have made cuff bracelets with lace between two plates of transparent Plexiglas. In this way the lace has kept its transparency, gained new use, at the same time recognizing the women who made it and those who kept it for us.