Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there was a tiny foot rest, that came to live in a house in the suburbs. It was a sad little foot rest. Really too small to be of much use but just too darned cute not to hang on to.
Several months ago, my friend Ann, from Nellie's Barn Sale called to ask me if I'd consider helping her to arrange reception flowers for her friend Heather's wedding. If you have been following this blog for any length of time, you know that Ann and I have been friends since childhood and that I'd do just about anything for her. So, of course, I said Yes. We both made boards on Pinterest. Mine was called Heather's Wedding and on it was this pin:
Today is the first day of what will be a year of "lasts". As of noon today, my youngest is a high school Senior. Wow, that was fast! I knew that it was coming. I suppose that I've been trying to avoid thinking about it, even though the signs have been all around me for a couple of weeks.
You may have noticed them in the post that I published a couple of weeks ago when I shared the road side rescue dresser that's serving as another part of the vast amount of storage needed in my studio.
They're there, stacked beside the dresser. Do you see them?
have a collection of verywell traveled, vintage suitcases that I've assembled over the
years. Some have been gifts, others, I've purchased at flea markets, like the houndstooth case that I recently purchased from Kathy from Gracies Cottage/Down Lilac Lane. They're wonderful
for storage. I have them all over the house. These are those that are in my studio. They house a collection of ribbon, old hankies and bits of lace.
The suitcase that holds this tag was a gift from a friend. There are two of them. They belonged to her mother in law. Where do you think that she was going to or coming from? I thought that I had figured out that it was November 31, 1944...but as a reader so aptly pointed out, there are only 30 days in November, so the code remains a mystery.
Regardless, I've decided that she was likely coming home from a Thanksgiving visit with family. At least that's the story that I tell myself.
Whose name do you suppose was on this beautiful leather tag? How many hands held these handles?
I'm fairly certain that they chat about it at night after I go to sleep. Telling stories of the places that they've seen and how fabulous their lives were before they came to live with me, in my studio, in the Midwest.
Yep, I'm certain of it. I'll bet that some of them even feel sorry for me. The most exciting place I've been this summer has been a day trip or two to the flea market. No suitcase required for that.
I'm going to keep this short and sweet, I'm not running away to join a vaudeville act and while I love the thought of using it, this beautiful cart is destined for my studio (for now).
My day started at 6 a.m. on Saturday. I drove the hour and a half to Grayslake to "early bird" shop at the Grayslake flea before traveling through Volo and along the Fox River, through Lake Geneva, (stopping at thrift and antique stores along the way) and finally, to Elkhorn. I was there to help my friend, Diane Passi set up and do a little early bird shopping before having dinner and finally heading home at 10 p.m..
Since this was a "working" trip, I didn't bring my camera but these are my favorite finds from the weekend:
This week, I finally joined the chalkboard craze that's been going on for oh, I don't know...probably the last twenty or so,years. I'm not one to rush into things...this could just be a passing fad...you know...like cable television. Yeah, we don't have that, either...never have. Before you mock me, I hear that there are two other families in North America that don't have cable either.
Sorry Folks, no post today. Why, you ask?! Because I'm going to be busy watching it SNOW!!!! Frontgate is on my block shooting their Christmas catalog and I'll be spending time with them this afternoon! Of course, I won't be able to share anything that will go into the catalog but I'll get some shots of the behind the scenes for you!