I've been rifling through my freezer hoping to find the unexpected. Hoping to find a surprise container of the best soup I have ever made. Maybe a stew made from the tenderest beef cubes and my own garden vegetables in a red wine sauce. But there were no unexpected surprises. You see, I have a winter head-cold and I don't feel like cooking. I have no appetite. But my family does. I did, however, feel like walking through my house, snapping photos of some of my favorite things...
I have a beautiful, old cupboard from the late 1800's that a relative made. It holds much of my French porcelain and glassware.
I have collected many twig pieces over the years. This basket is the only one I have ever found with red paint.
My bakelite bangles were all purchased at estate sales. I used to sleep in my car, waiting for the doors to open. I don't do that anymore...
Gluing dried beans onto Styrofoam balls can be therapeutic.
One of my kitchen walls is filled with old tinware. I love the aged patina.
Wood and bone crochet hooks and an old German Tramp Art frame.
From my mother and my aunt.