Sometimes, I wonder if my local flea market/vintage goods emporium posts certain photos on their facebook page because they know I will see it and want it.
Like these milk bottles, for example.
Like these milk bottles, for example.
I could do without the lids, but the bottles? Love. I want them.
...and I want the crusty crate.
I am grateful for pretty things.
I am grateful for my mom, who taught me to look for beauty in everything, and strive to make my surroundings a pleasant and inviting place. I'm grateful that she taught me that things don't have to be expensive to be pretty, "because you can make anything cute".
(image from the nuptual notebook)
She taught me to find joy in striking color combinations, texture, old things, sentimental treasures, presentation, cleanliness, and order. My heart literally raced the other night, just from admiring the pretty lines of someone's new (old) dining table. I blame my mother for that.
Thanks, Mom!
3 comments:
go get those milk bottles...and save me THREE...just three.
oh.
please.
sold. By the time I messaged the owner. But if you come out here, I will find milk bottles for you. I know a few places we can score them. I'd like to add to my collection, as well.
wow. you've been a busy little blogger haven't you. i'm glad i came over and got caught up. oh, and i want some milk bottles too. thanks for your niceness over on my blog. it means a lot.
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