Sometimes you just have to take a moment during your busy day to enjoy a little corner of happiness. There's no bad news here, mind you. Just the endless rush that can leave you feeling empty unless you pause to savor the goodness of things.
I was surprised to see the roses still looking so cheery, for instance. Barely holding on. I didn't dare rearrange them or petals would fall. But there is something so appealing about roses on their last droopy legs!
I lean just this side of frilly, but this perfectly beautiful platter had to find its way home with me.
A lovely spray of roses along the edge. And one in the center for good measure.
The "handles" have a touch of gold. Shabby perfect!
A little shab on the silver topped shakers too, with a bit of delicate etching just like lace.
Won't this make for the prettiest table setting sometime soon?
And need I tell you how pleased I was to find these teeny vintage roosters in the perfect color? I am on the verge of one white rooster too many I'm afraid. But they are adorable, n'est-ce pas?
But then they would make the cutest gift!
It's a good day to appreciate the textures of life, and to be grateful. My granddaughter asks, Grandma, why do you like so many white things, like the walls and the sofa, and the chairs?" They make me happy, is all there is to say. Maybe for her it will be orange, or blue, or purple. Or all together. . . .
It's a brand new week!
I hope you are keeping your colors happy!
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