When I first began collecting, I could never find a vintage wire dish rack at the price I wanted. It seems like years went by in which I would occasionally see one hanging in a shop and would pine away for it because it made no sense to pay the price when kids needed shoes. And lets face it. There are TONS of handy ways to put a spiffy rack to good use, including drying dishes on it. But it never quite reached beyond mere emotional need. So I waited.
When my days of prowling thrift stores and fleamarkets took off, I was glad I had delayed. That's not to say that these little darlings are easy to find. But when they turn up, they are usually at a fraction of the cost that you find in a shop. I still only have a few.
Here they are leading happy lives of symmetry and order, and cradling some of my favorite white kitchen things. . . .
Like nearly everybody else I also like to collect very old canning jars.
We're almost ninety degrees today, and I'm having a hard time taking care of business. It feels like the weekend, and all I want to do is flit around looking for more great stuff. Spring fever? I do feel a little hot. . . .
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