kindness is the new cool...pass it on

this is what I know

I am certain that the reason I am drawn to sweet pieces of the past is

quite simple...I am very sentimental.  A postcard with a darling message

tugs deep into my heart.  A chippy ironstone bowl tells me stories.  Intricate

lace speaks of someone working hour after hour with careful stitches.

In this processed, "faster please" world...a little charm & age...a little

time tested character can make my eyes smile.

let there be rabbits

And they begin to hop on home, with thoughts of spring in the

weeks ahead.  March is all about bunny ears!

        Just a few of my German candy containers.

for the love of...

almost bunny time...

Even though St. Patty's Day is still here, my mind has turned to

spring...and bunnies...and, my beloved vintage Easter grass!

I have waxed poetic in the past over this green grass.  I have shared

dumpster diving for this wonderful holiday goodness!  And, no, 

the new stuff does not come close to replicating the charm.

I do not know what it is, but I tuck it in every little basket, bowl & cup.

Add an egg or two -- perfection!

another keeper

I shared two "keepers" from my recent antiquing trip ~~ and

here is one more.  I found this sweet rabbit valentine to sit on

a shelf with a little girl valentine I had.  I truly adore everything 

about this sweet bunny.  

On a shelf in my bathroom, greeting us each day!

I love that $1.00 can purchase vintage charm.

Do you have a favorite vintage find that cost a buck or less?

blackbird singing

My newest collection....vintage Pie Birds ~ black crows

to be specific!  These guys usually "nest" in my laundry room,

but for autumn they will be found in my kitchen!

I truly love everything about them!  Raised head in song!

            "Blackbird singing in the dead of night

            Take these broken wings and learn to fly

                                 All your life

         You were only waiting for this moment to arise."

good morning!

You just can't plan this...sweet sweet

morning glories self seed & return each 

year at our flag pole base. Here they

hug a rabbit statuary & a birdbath.

I do adore nature's surprises.

Have a great l o n g weekend!

clip clip here

Whenever I give my summer plants a "haircut", I

try to just toss the excess in my clipping bag.

But every time I do, I end up seeking out all the

little blossoms, untangling them from yard clippings...

And into the house they come.

Seeking a bit of morning light to capture these sweet pansies.

And what little nose is to the right?

My August Rose is always curious!

Sweet little faces!

May Day

Each year I think this will be the year!

I will make sweet paper cones full of flowers, hung on the back of chairs at work.

I will plant teacups with sweet pansies and surprise neighbors at their door.

Then May 1 arrives and ends.....and I make an oath that next year will be the year.

I still adore this first day of May. 

I adore the idea of May poles and May baskets!

So do picture this sweet little pitcher filled with daisies...

and take this wish for the happiest of May Days.

sweet

In the early morning sun, I enjoy having

little surprises await around each corner.
I miss these sweet details when I am away.

Vintage pottery, a jar with just one feather

& a sweet quilted doily.

Waiting for me each morning in our bathroom.

It is good to be home again!

Home, always sweet home!

P.S. My 25% off sale in my booth & case at the Hixton Schoolhouse Antique Mall ends at 5:00 on Saturday, March 8!  Stop by and find something sweet!

ode to a jar

I have this wonderful affection for vintage canning jars....blue Ball brand jars are my favorite. I think that I could design an entire room around these jars and their charming color.

Today we came upon a box of jars at a thrift sale....they are washed, air dried and then will await their next job. Perhaps they will hold pecans like those in my jelly cupboard. Perhaps they will hold cat food for barn cats that visit the porch. Perhaps they will just line a windowsill so the light can reflect through just so.

Vintage canning jars ~ definitely on my top ten list.

more is more

The thing is, I adore my stuff....all my guys, all my collections. When I walk thru this big old farmhouse, they greet me at every turn with a "hey, there you are!".

My sewing room offers a true testament to the charm....just check out the sweetness on one little shelf. Makes me smile, just does...and that feels quite worthy in my little old rule book. Layers & layers of adorable!

So, which are you: "more is more" or "less is more"?

little flowers

I am in process of garden cut back & clean up.  Cutting back those plants that have become just far too leggy - sometimes giving them their second chance at growth, sometimes removing them all together.  It is necessary -- but never ever easy for me.  So often it is my beloved pansies that by July are overhanging their pots that take the massive cut.  And, putting those sweet little faces in my garden discard bag just hurts.  However, trying to tease out each little flower to save takes such patience & time, then they only last a moment.  Sometimes I take the time, sometimes I just close my eyes and throw.  Little flowers, little plant haircuts, my oh my -- does anyone else suffer through these things like me?