All kitties eats out of a transfer ware tea cups right? I have a set of transfer ware dishes very similar to this. Happily purchased from a local garage sale. I swooped in front of a dealer and sweetly smiled at the owner. Promising to serve many holiday meals off of them. And yes, Reagan does take his meals out of an antique ironstone bowl...it was twenty five cents at the thrift store!
I made a great escape on the one day that contractors were not supposed to be at my house. A visit to a long missed antique mall was far overdue. On this day the paper goods were plenty and perfectly priced. Unfortunately the painters were at my home and halfway around painting when I got home but I will spare you the gory details.
Staring down from above the rafters....I spied a sweet Irmi lamp. Right about now I had two choices...walk away or call on the desk for help to reach it. The price was okay and the piece was rare...then one of the clerks walked by and the words just flew out of my mouth without even a thought? "Could you do me a favor and hand me that lamp with the horse and cart?"
I swear it is like a vacuum hose action. The piece itself is worse for the wear. I haven't decided whether to take it apart for pieces or add on to it for another lamp? It is all up in the air for now...just as I found it.
These are the things that get me in trouble. The "I have to have it no matter the price. Because I will never be able to forget it once I leave!" A giant new baby card.
That folds out to reveal all these sweet babies. I love that fussing one on the right.
Plugging her ears! My kids still do that.
When did they stop doing art on the back of the card and why?
I feel the hoarding coming on with these...I cannot help myself. The charm just oozes off the pages.
Christmas was out all over the mall. This was one piece I snagged to go with my growing book collection. A Fuzzy Wuzzy book. Each year I bring out both new and old Christmas books at the holidays to read and decorate with.
This one is charming. I will be scanning in all the images for you to play with and enjoy as well. My little bag of happiness helped alleviate the pain I incurred with the painters...will this ever end?