Do you remember these blue and white plates and coffee cups, an odd amount, that I found at a consignment store in Texas years ago?I think they’re so pretty. However, there aren’t any bowls, just an odd assortment of coffee cups and plates.
My friend Linda from Itsy Bits & Pieces sent me the platter to match them. It’s underneath the coffee cups above. She came across it somewhere and thought I should have it. Thanks, Linda!
By the way, she has a lovely blog. And her home is chocked full of wonderful vintage decor! Give her a visit.
I have done away with most of my plate sets due to no longer having room to store them. But I just couldn’t give these blue and white ones up.
Something about them just speaks to me.
And the mason jar with coffee beans and candle that is an absolute must have in my home.
I always, always have a mason jar filled with coffee beans and a vanilla candle in the center somewhere near my coffee bar.
It’s become a tradition.
And the photos in the basket. They are not family members. Simply photos I found in junk stores/antique malls. And I just couldn’t leave them relegated to their dusty temporary homes.
They looked unloved. So they became part of my family.
And then there’s my little collection of white pitchers. I love to show them altogether, but I haven’t figured out a good spot yet.
I managed to break one of my favorite white pitchers, which kind of broke my heart. But then, that’s life. You win some; you lose some.
The white pitchers don’t look good against white painted walls. So maybe I’ll have to figure out a quilt to go behind them.
Speaking of quilts, this one is on my bedroom wall, across from the two on either side of my bed. I sewed the ones in this post myself, so they are rather special to me.
I went through a big quilting phase in the nineties. I probably finished a quilt a month back then! Because I simply loved doing it. And I wanted quilts in my home and couldn’t afford to buy them.
And then there’s my odd assortment of dough boards. Some of them I bought in a store. Some from garage sales. But I love my little collection, and it’s nice that I get to use them as well.
I especially love them all gathered together in this basket someone threw away!
Some things are just special.
Maybe it’s the work that goes into making them. Maybe it’s the memory of the day you came across something in a thrift store and just had to bring it home with you.
I can give up a lot of things. And have. But some things just have a special place in my heart.
I guess it doesn’t really matter why, does it? The heart makes no excuses for what it loves.