lace-oriented paranoia barterdom

I've been adding quite a lovely little assortment of vintage laces to the Blood Pudding Press shop, just in case you're interested in such affairs. The hand sewn and hand crocheted laces are selling like lacey little hotcakes; not so much the machine-fabricated laces, but those are pretty too. But now I've been gripped by sudden lace-oriented paranoia re: what if I misidentified some laces because maybe I thought they were hand made, but they're not; maybe they're some kind of bobbin business an