Lately it is becoming a pet peeve these acronyms. NFS...I understand dealers need props to hold their goods but honestly they are there to sell your goods. The last couple outings in the stores nearly every item I got excited about came with a tag marked NFS...not for sale. I went looking for shelves and found the most darling enamel shelves made from an old kitchen tables leaves. Some genius had unhinged them and made them into the cutest shelves...marked NFS. It's enough to make you want to quit...almost.
I spent the weekend with my parents while the boys where away on a scout trip. The girls spent the day in a local town shopping for antiques. I am always surprised how different things are regionally. These are the lucky ones that made it home with me.
Bread box in beautiful blueberry blue.
Junior Elf books in titles I don't have.
Red rimmed enamelware perfect for Christmas and a housecoat pattern I have hunted for.
I am a sucker for seersucker. This apron is child size and just darling.
A gathering style. Perfect for eggs and laundry.
Something I can't wait to recreate...something that won't be NFS!