Pink Petunias & A Peachy Country Farmhouse Quilt

I picked up some potted petunia's at the nursery that are going hog wild at our place. They do well here in pots until the hot weather sets in. I thought I would showcase them while they're still looking good.

Purples seem to be showing up here on the blog a lot too lately. Are these phlox? They are a nice mix with the lilacs which are still in bloom. 

I also wanted to air out another of my cheery vintage country quilts that I've had only a couple of years. I found this one with a small stain that didn't look serious, and was priced at fifteen dollars at the fleamarket. There is hardly any wear, and it cleaned up very nicely.

My "barely there" pink bench is taking a breather in the open air too.  The day is still on the chilly side, but the winds have moved on. We have some lovely days ahead this week. Even our allergies seem to be subsiding!

I believe this hand-stitched quilt pattern is called "drunkard's path." Do you know it? The reverse is a solid peach color. I think it would look just wonderful covering a table. For now it provides a sweet backdrop for a visit on the lawn since not much else is blooming here as yet!

Thanks for popping by for a visit!

I hope your week is off to a cheery start.

 I'm off to see what ya'll are up to. . . .

Jacqueline

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Dining Room White

Our dining room takes on less importance this time of year even though it sits right in the middle of the house.

In fact, the room is also a passageway. So even if we are taking more meals outside, the space is something of a foyer.
It's a two-edged sword. Either it makes a wonderful area to showcase some fine display or someone drops by the minute you have unloaded the car onto the table.
One way or the other there's usually something of interest accumulating at this 'command central' location.
My chippy iron candelabra is very versatile and able to stand alone or hold fruit, flowers, or what have you, in a mostly overstated way.
Ditto, this commodious tea pot, which holds flowers as often as anything else.


I really enjoy covering my table with the texture of a white quilt. I also like the thick foundation for the tableware.
I have a motley collection of kind of busted up transfer-ware taking up space all the time. In her former home my mom-in-law kept a blue transfer-ware tureen on her kitchen table at all times which she referred to as her 'office'. (It's mine now.) It corralled stamps and a letter opener and such, and I have copied that here.
An empty platter asking the existential question... With what will I be filled?
A decorative tureen perhaps. Candles, shells. Even something edible.


Smooth and delectable white shells.

The dining room also showcases my habit of overdoing the hanging of plates.

Details, details.


What is more delightful in the universe?
My tureen keeping its contents hidden in plain sight!

This tiny vessel was surely part of a pitcher and bowl set in some past life and is my newest little treasure. Cost-- $1.50. Cheer factor--priceless.Unflinching under scrutiny.
Dining room ablaze.

A calm and serene sea of stitching.


"She looked up... and saw the room, saw the chairs, thought them fearfully shabby.... Never mind, the rent was precisely twopence halfpenny; the children loved it;... and there was room for visitors. Mats, camp beds, crazy ghosts of chairs and tables whose London life of service was done--they did well enough here; and a photograph or two, and books. Books, she thought, grew of themselves. She never had time to read them... At a certain moment, she supposed, the house would become so shabby that something must be done... things got shabbier and got shabbier summer after summer."

Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Ciao! Thanks for stopping by!
Jacqueline

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Patio Morning

My favorite coffee cup.
A good spot for perusing .
In the morning sun.






Vintage garden inspiration.

Cozy appliqued quilt.
Majolica flowers.

"It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows [Mole] rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting--everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering, "Whitewash!" he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working."

Kenneth Graham, River Bank chapter, The Wind in the Willows

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Jacqueline

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