We have all probably heard the phrase "A thing of beauty is a joy forever." It's the first line from a poem by the English poet, John Keats. But I wonder if you are familiar with the next few lines.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Well, that's exactly how I feel about my beautiful linen and china collections!
I am showing you a little hodgepodge of ironstone and brown transfer ware today. Each piece with its own small story. Believe it or not you haven't seen any of them here before! The pitcher and bowl above I have had for a few months, but I have been too busy with summer to do anything with them. I found the set in a very nice local antiques shop for a very lovely price on sale.
This stunning tureen I have had only a few days. It was sent to me by one of my oldest dearest friends who knows my taste to a T. We have known each other since our own days of youthful beauty. A now long distant era of babies and times of frugality, longing, and shared dreams. It took my breath away when I took it from the box.
Such lovely details! The kind of object which grows in beauty with each examination.
I love the touches of pink, and the airiness of the pattern. Perfect for any season.
The raised details on the pitcher and bowl set are seen a little better in this photo. And there is a small vase/toothbrush holder from a different vanity set in the foreground.
This cheery little gem was one of only a couple of items I found at a fleamarket last week for a very small price. It will look adorable with a few mums or daisies in it.
Finally, I came across this sweet ironstone bowl that had been packed up in a box and stowed away at some busy moment of my life, and then unearthed the other day while I was clearing a storage closet. It still had the two dollar price tag from the thrift store! Now wouldn't that bring a little joy to your day?
There is the thrill of the find, the joy of ownership, and all the pleasure of passing on a lovely treasure in this vintage life of mine. It could just go on forever!
But here we are at the end of our October days again!
I hope that they are lovely ones for you.