My Latest Flea Finds

Hello friends! I'm sharing bits of my latest flea market forage with you today. Nothing beats the winter blahs like a cart full of pretty! By now you know to look for the usual suspects from me. . . .

But I get more selective in what I pick these days. In a way, a doily is just a doily, but I love how this one almost looks like tape lace (like Battenberg), and I've never seen one like it before.  

I was very lucky to finds these items over just a couple of trips in and out of two different markets. It really is mostly about random timing. But I love the hunt.

That pretty little vanity mirror was five bucks too.

Everything first lands in the guest room/nursery where I test drive things. I don't think I would want anybody to sit on this adorable French-y caned bench, but it makes for a fabulous little tea table.

I like how sweet it all looks with new things just being brought in and plopped down together.

Now I have to tell you that I long ago stopped buying random baby dresses whenever I see them, (hard as that can be). But this sample reaches the "collection"  threshold because of its tatted lace details. Besides the beautiful lace work, the hand made stitches are also plain to see.

I love vintage clothes that have a little color of age and a bit rumpled, so I probably will leave this as is for now. So plain and honest and lovely.

Two different buttons on the back. The sewer likely used whatever buttons she had available. 

Another pretty doily big enough to be of real use somewhere.

A great look for this Pottery Barn jar for five dollars. . . .

But it just can't compete with this grand old china pitcher with its now secret past.

Crazy for monograms! This set of two matching towels was four dollars. They will look amazing all freshly washed and pressed.

Just look at this beautiful floral ironstone cup and saucer! Still together after all these years. I'll drink to that! Four dollars.

The sweetest little lady in that chippy cream frame.

 And another yummy frame! But I still get all dreamy over these old cottage prints. (It must be the Grammy in me.)

Now these are ancient original prints in lovely gold frames. About 8x10. They read "January" and "February," and will look luscious on my sitting room wall with other old prints. Five dollars each. The old tones should warm things up.

I talked myself into this mini-net lace tablecloth because it was a bit more than I like to pay for such. Then I found out it was actually half off! Gah!!! $10.00

Pulled thread runner in pristine condition. 

Don't we love these little metal garden chairs? This one has just three legs.

A tall and handsome plaster candlestick was a bit of a splurge.  

But not this gorgeous English ironstone creamer/sugar set! (Now this gets me where I live!)

This biggish ornate and tarnished silver plate bowl was seven and change. Let me count the ways. Maybe with a glass dome?

I am not supposed to be buying these wonderful old hand crochet tablecloths anymore, but just try to stop me!!! LOL! I really have not kept many... They just feel like love to me.

A net lace tablecloth is a different kind of wonderful. So beautiful, but more common to come across. I have had many of these pass through my adoring fingers.

I hope you enjoyed the show and tell!

Have a wonderful week ahead!

Jacqueline

February 2019

February is a short month. Some think not short enough. I did catch the humor in something I saw posted on FB today:

"February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March."

Dr. J. R. Stockton

It made me curious about the author, and so I googled the name and turned up nothing. Anybody know? I guess I wanted to know more about who would write such a negative truism while hoping the sentiment wouldn't really be true for me.

I have never liked waiting for things to happen. And I don't like the concept of merely filling time. February will be short enough. I can see to the end of it already by what I have penciled in on my calendar. As usual there won't be enough days in the weeks.

But I need some real inspiration to balance out the second half of winter and to embrace the negative elements of a too long season.

 Luckily I found a bit of it. . . .

". . . Under the hard and bitter rind of winter, there is much loveliness. The white mystery of snow is a splendid thing, all the landscape is muted to deep silver laced with blue shadows. The meadow is a sea of pearl with scattered dark masts of briar riding the foam. The apple orchards pattern the sky with dry-point precision. The cool clean smell of snow is in the air, a special fragrance known only to winter country.

The sounds are fine too. . . The laughter of children making snowmen, . . . The crackle of applewood in the fireplace. The feathery sound of snow shifting from the pine branches in the woods.

Yes, there is much to be said for winter. If one looks directly for its beauty."

Gladys Tabor, The Book of Stillmeadow

So my task for the new month?

Searching for beauty.

 And possibly some children actually playing. Outside.

I may have my work cut out for me...

(I hope that's not being too negative!! Ah, me...)

Welcome to February!

Jacqueline

Gathering Up the Flower Pots & A Few New Bits of Ironstone

Hello friends! Here it is the end of January, and though there are still weeks of winter ahead, I find that my mind has made the shift to the second half of the cold season which of course ends in spring! I am not much of a gardener (gross understatement that), but I always feel excited at the idea that you can actually start planting some things in February. At least here in planting zone 7! But in lieu of that, I have pulled out a couple of cheery imitations like these potted geraniums from Ikea. No doubt many of you have the real deal sitting on your window sill right now.

My focus has shifted more to the green and floral themes that seem so out of sync for me earlier in the season. And I like how January is so quiet for a few weeks to allow a transition from the lively holidays. At least it has been so for me. 

So now I am gathering up my collection of vintage garden pots, which are all mostly white (of course). I have more than I am showing here, but I have to hunt them all down. And they are mostly all too small to be very practical, but I love the look of them. I will work on a way to display them all together because I love garden style. I also like using old chippy china as saucers underneath. Feels so cottagey!

Here is a very crusty and old McCoy pottery sample that I had never seen before. That creamy color rings all my bells.

I have shown a few of my larger white clay pots from Guy Wolff on the blog from when I first got them a couple of summers ago. But here are some smaller ones. I have seen some white embossed pots from Magnolia that I would love to add to the collection too.

For now, a few are just lined up on top of my china cupboard for cheer.

I have also snapped a few portraits of the latest ironstone and "farmhouse" things at hand. These all tend to sprout around on my dining table like plants in a garden might. Since I have such a smaller shop space than I used to, I only pick up the most irresistible item here and there. But they all add up! 

And of course vintage linens. . . .  One of my favorites, made with rickrack lace.

I had silverware in this short pharmacy glass container for years until I recently came across a matching lid for it. Hooray for junking!

A nice big thread spool, and this adorable little tea pot which charms my heart. There was a larger version (a little different) also sitting on the shelf where I found it at the flea market, but this one is the perfect size for me.

My ironstone collection is big enough, and I always have pitchers and bowls around.

But now and then I come across something with different features that I like that I can trade out like this new washbowl with the scalloped edge. You like?

So that is how my gathered life goes at the end of January. . . .

I wonder what lies ahead?

I hope the week has had a good start for you!

Thanks so much for popping in!

Jacqueline

Winter's Gifts and A New Year's Day In New Mexico

Snow on New Year's Day here is almost a tradition it is so consistent. But it never ceases to thrill.

Like snow anywhere, it makes everything more beautiful. I know some of you get more than your share, but our snows are rare. Maybe once or twice a year in Albuquerque which is at a lower elevation than Santa Fe, Taos, or most any where else in northern New Mexico. It doesn't last either, so I quickly grabbed a camera while everything else was going on.

The last of the Christmas ham grilling with onions . . .

And waiting for the black-eyed peas to boil.

We just got the last of our train of family visitors in, so the festivities go on for a few more days. But it has mostly been a day for sleeping in and staring out of the windows. With the snow, what could be a more promising start for the new year?!

We tried the Scandinavian method of keeping greens for Christmas, roots and all! So there is still a bit of live green after days inside.

But the rest of our Christmas trees were all outside. This small one on the patio has survived for several years in a pot!

I always love the look of gardens in snow with all their interesting shapes and forms. That boxwood is a long time staple on this patio too.

I might have tried to bring in the asparagus fern with the drop in temps, (I actually forgot about it until I got to taking pictures.) but we have precious little space for plants inside. It might be okay under the eaves.

Ready to roll! Just have to add everything else and let it simmer awhile.

I read the good suggestion somewhere that we embrace winter instead of dreaming of spring. I'm going to do that in this brown town this year, and already took my first freezing long walk in the fields. Geese flying directly overhead in the waning light and a coyote crossing the road was my reward. 

On Christmas day an enormous flock of cedar wax-wings hung out with the robins and red-winged blackbirds in our cottonwood trees all day, swooping down to the feeders and sipping from the water bucket. I had never even seen a cedar wax-wing in person before. I had to keep borrowing my binos back from the youngsters all day. It felt like both a blessing and an omen. 

With the snow, it feels doubly so. Starting fresh with the promise of winter, and the start of a new year, and who knows what else. Glad for longer days and the return of light. For little birds right outside the window to brighten the day. For warm fires and simple food.

For loved ones to share it all and remind you of all simple joys.

My Texas grandgirls so rarely get snow. I know it is also rare for a fifteen year old to say out loud how much she loves to visit our house for New Year's Eve, and how much she likes my "aesthetic." Almost the best gift a granny could get. 

And I'm wishing all of the best gifts of the season to you too!

And the Happiest New year!

Jacqueline

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