Simply Pretty Vintage Tea Towels & Creamware Mixing Bowls

I think I am on my way to a new collection or possibly a new addiction.  Let me explain.  I am the chief dish washer-upper and dish wiper in my household.  Monsieur bought me a pack of black and white tea towels for drying said dishes.  But I found that they left swathes of black lint all over the dishes which necessitated much more wiping to no avail.  It also meant that I had to rinse the dishes again which obviously made them wet again instead of what I wanted them to be which was dry.  As well, the idea began to germinate in my mind that I would like some really pretty tea towels to make the task of washing up and drying dishes more pleasant.  Sadly, nothing in the shops caught my fancy.  They all looked so banal, so prosaic, so....uninspiring much like the act of wiping dishes.  Thus began the search for vintage tea towels.  Then, while I was out thrifting, what do I see on the racks?  Lovely, pretty in pink vintage tea towels.  And not just one but a matching pair!

Not only were they ever so pretty but they were in unused, pristine condition which is a wonder to me as I very much doubted the likelihood of finding nice tea towels that weren't covered in stains.

I do so adore the look of them hanging casually over a chair or over a rack in the kitchen or just spilling out of a dresser drawer. 

Along with the idea of having pretty tea towels to inspire me while washing and drying, I had begun to think that I would very much like to have a vintage whiteware or creamware mixing bowl.  This new obsession began when I saw the modern reproductions at Williams Sonoma.  Sadly the price tag was quite out of reach for this girl.  Then, what do I see on a shelf while out thrifting?  A glorious creamware mixing bowl!  Truly, I think I stopped breathing for a split second.

 

There is something so very soothing and comforting about this bowl.  It's as if it's saying to me, "Yes, I have done my job for many a year and now I'm going to help you make delicious meals."  I am positive that with the help of this mixing bowl, my floating islands will float, my breads will rise, my cakes will not be leaden in the middle.

  
And after I am done cooking something delicious with my mixing bowl I will gladly and, oh so carefully, wash it and dry it.  The only problem is that my new tea towels are so pretty that I do not want to use them.  I just want to admire them. 

I'm linking up to  French Country Cottage, My Romantic Home, Thrifty Groove, Apron Thrift Girl, Knick of Time, A Stroll Thru Life.

Vintage Tablecloth Love

As ever I'm a bit late to the game but I have only recently fallen under the spell of vintage tablecloths.  I have an old hand-me-down table that seats four but, rather cunningly, has a hidden leaf that folds up and out so that the table can, quite magically, seat six.  This being an odd size makes table cloth buying a puzzle as most tablecloths that I find are far too large.  And not being inclined towards a great deal of frilliness and frou-frou, none of the colours and patterns ever really enticed me.  Then, while out thrifting, I saw this tablecloth peeking out at me from the rack.  The understated colours drew me in like a moth to the flame.

I unfolded it in a daze of anticipation and the weightiness of the linen was and is a wonder to me.  Heart in mouth, I inspected it carefully for holes and found none.  I debated buying it, worried that it wouldn't fit my oddly sized table.  But, as you can see, it did come home with me. And, yes, it was a perfect fit.

Many times, I have considered buying a brand new dining table but the thought of jettisoning my old, scratched, worn, vintage table that has served the family for many a long year and seen many a family meal filled me with guilt.  Repainting it and the four matching chairs seemed too arduous a task.  But now, I see that the tiny touches of blue in the flowers of this wondrous tablecloth match perfectly the faded blue of the chairs and table as if they were made for each other.

Afternoon tea and biscuits seem so more graceful and elegant served atop this lovely field of blossoms. There is something so soothing and meditative about sweeping the heavy linen folds over the table with the flick of a wrist and smoothing it down with one's hands.  The very act becomes imbued with thankfulness and gratitude.

At long last, the puzzle of transforming my old table into something a tad more refined has been solved with the help of this tablecloth.  I have only one puzzle left which is what are the blooms scattered across this field of linen?  Are the larger ones daffodils and the smaller little bells, lily of the valley?  If any of you are avid gardeners and recognize the blooms, please let me know!

I'm linking up with A Stroll Thru Life, French Country Cottage, Thrifty Groove, Type A Decorating, My Romantic Home, Knick of Time.

Valentine's Day In the Park with Pink Pyrex and Pink Shoes - Fashion Meets Housewares #2

Do you think that there is an age when pink is no longer appropriate?  I grew up with a bedroom decorated in pink as my mother thought that it was suitable for a girl.  Then, typically, I rebelled and cast aside pink for many a long year.  I longed for Ikea furnishings, loud music with tortured lyrics and black leather.  With Valentine's Day fast approaching I realized that pink has been steathily creeping back in to my life.  First, in the form of vintage pink Pyrex.  After all, who can resist vintage flamingo pink Pyrex?  And then, as luck would have it, I was out and about shopping with my mother when I spied these amazing Rupert Sanderson shoes in pink!  My mother was so very gracious as to give them to me as a gift. I suspect that she still believes that pink is suitable for a daughter, no matter that said daughter is a little girl in her eyes only.



Rupert Sanderson Shoes, Pink Daisy Pyrex Casserole Dish

It's not possible to get enough of vintage pink Pyrex mixing bowls especially when heaped with hydrangeas.  


Rupert Sanderson Shoes, Pink Gooseberry Pyrex

Even if you are many years beyond the age of five but are still young at heart, there is always a place in one's life for pink shoes.  And there is nothing saccharine or infantile about these shoes with the high slender heel and top stitching. 

And new shoes mean scrambling through my vintage dresser for that perfect outfit.  Yes, my taste has swung back from the new and the modern to the tried and the true, especially if it comes with Art Deco styling and old pulls that have that instantly recognizable, impossible to duplicate patina.

But, with the weather still inclement, what to do for Valentine's Day, especially something that involves pink shoes and when one is on a budget?  Nothing for it but to have a little picnic in the park at home.

Of course the wondrous shoes get kicked off but still kept close to hand so that they can be suitably admired by oneself and one's beloved.



And future outings are planned over a celebratory glass or two, all of which involve the wearing of pink shoes.

As the saying goes, I'm in the pink!

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I'm linking up with A Stroll Thru Life, Knick of Time, Cozy Home Scenes, French Country Cottage, My Romantic Home and  Type A Decorating,

A Little Country in the City

Do you have a definite viewpoint when it comes to decor?  I'm a little embarassed to admit that I am too easily swayed.  I see the beautiful minimalist interiors of Scandinavian homes and think, "Oh I must be more tidy, streamlined, minimalist, I need more...more...more white!"  Then I see the rustic charm of a farmhouse and think, "Oh I need roosters and rust and chipped furniture!"  So I was out and about and saw a gigantic harvest basket sitting upside down on a pile of junk by the side of the road.  In a blink of an eye, I picked it up and quick marched it to the car.  Never mind that I live in the middle of a large, metropolitan city, I knew I wanted it.  Back home, I realized that it was the perfect storage for extra quilts and cushions.

Even better, it's the perfect repository for fluffy white towels.

 

It doesn't matter that I'm miles away from the nearest fruit orchard or farmhouse. Or that I'm surrounded by suave downtown hipsters.

I'm very happy to have a little country in the city.

I'm linking up with French Country Cottage, A Stroll Thru Life, Type A Decorating, My Romantic Home, Apron Thrift Girl, The Thrifty Groove, Coastal Charm, Cozy Home Scenes.

New Year, New Favourites

I adore making discoveries that become new favourites, don't you?  It's like stumbling upon a treasure when you were just ambling along without any thought of being on a treasure hunt.  I've been an appreciative fan of Duchy Originals food products for some time but it's only available here during the holiday season at a high end store in town.  I saw this jar of Damson Preserve whilst out Christmas shopping and decided to try it with only a vague idea of what a damson was.  All I knew was that it had a marvellously Victorian ring to it, so much more romantic than prosaic fruit jam.

Apparently, damsons are a type of plum.  And how wonderfully plummy it is.  Fruity with that right hint of tartness and without that cloying sweetness which is the pitfall of many a jam.  On a snowy day with an icy windy blowing, there is something deeply comforting about toasting up a slice of good bread and topping it off with your favourite whatever.



Did you treat yourself to any Boxing Day goodies?  I picked up this tea cozy at Chapters.  Just perfect for a pot of tea.

I adore the thick wool felt and cheerful simple red stitched stars.  Although, perhaps I just like saying "tea cozy."

What kitchen would be complete without a good knife set?  I was so very fortunate to receive a knife set for Christmas.  I had no idea how having really sharp knives would make such a difference with food preparation.  And, I am fascinated with how they are neatly displayed and organized.  As someone who was not born with the "neat and tidy" gene, something that comes to me inherently organized is a wondrous thing.

And, of course, I must mention my new wooden chopping board which is exceptionally large and exceptionally heavy.  It was a gift and an absolute delight.  Again I had no idea what a difference having a large work surface for food preparation would make in the kitchen.

New favourites, new discoveries.  I think I'm off to a good start.

I'm linking up with A Beach Cottage, A Stroll Thru Life, My Romantic Home, French Country Cottage, Type A Decorating.

New Year Intentions

Do you make New Year Resolutions?  I haven't done so in years as I find making them, let alone following through with them for 365 days, to be rather daunting.  Recently, I heard of substituting the word "Resolution" with "Intention" which is supposed to be a bit more approachable.  So this year, for the first time in many a long year, I came up with a few intentions.  The first is to take pleasure in the little things, to be more present in the moment.  It's a knack I once had but somehow lost along the way.  What could be more pleasurable than a cheerful bunch of gerbera daisies given to me by my nearest and dearest?

Next, is working on that ever fleeting sense of gratitude.  I started a gratitude journal and, like a long disused muscle, it's getting easier and easier to write in the pages.

 
I am embarrassed to admit that I'm not very crafty.  I'm embarrassed to admit as well that I'm not a naturally tidy and organized person.  Books, especially, are tricky to display with the myriad colours of their covers.  Then I discovered the wonderful idea of creating book bundles, tying them with ribbon and adding a handmade charm. 

What a perfect way to display books.  And, I get to exercise my smallish craft skills by indulging in my fascination for pretty beads and vintage buttons.



May your New Year be filled with wondrous possibilities!



I'm linking up with:
A Stroll Thru Life, French Country Cottage, My Romantic Home,  A Beach Cottage, Type A Decorating, Serenity Now.

Christmas Decorexis

Have you heard of Decorexis?  I hadn't until I was flipping through a magazine and happened upon an article about this new modern affliction.  Apparently, symptoms include obsessive foofing, insistence on achieving the perfect decor, and refusal to invite friends over because the throw pillows don't work on the dated, tired looking couch.  Oh no!   I think I have Decorexis!  As I was decorating the Christmas tree, I began to feel a tad embarassed at my motley collection of vintage ornaments.  I soon realized to my chagrin that it was simply not possible to achieve a chic, colour coordinated tree with ornaments gathered over time.  With greater and greater gloom, I looked at photographs of staggeringly beautiful Christmas trees and wondrously decorated homes and thought to myself that my tarnished vintage ornaments and other hand me down pieces could never hold up to such loveliness. 

 Never mind, I consoled myself.  Up onto the tree they go in all of their tarnished, mottled glory.

What matters is the memory of wrapping up warmly, going to the tree lot with a loved one, picking out the perfect one, all the while rubbing one's hands and stamping one's feet against the cold, the precarious, exciting ride home with the tree, and the careful setting up of the tree so that it stands up straight and proud while the room fills with the invigorating scent of pine.   Decorating it with old ornaments that only see the light of day once a year is like visiting with rarely seen good friends.

And, of course, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without jolly Santas.

Or, for that matter, angels, even if their wings are a bit askew and crumpled from being played with too many times.

Wishing all of my lovely readers and friends a Wonderful and Joyous Christmas!

I'm linking up to The Charm of Home, At the Picket Fence, Common Ground, Knick of Time, A Stroll Thru Life.

Deck The Halls

One of the aspects I love about Christmas is revisiting the "old" and seeing it with new, delighted eyes.  By that, I mean the ceremony of unpacking old, beloved decorations and, with the appropriate gravitas, arranging and rearranging them.  There is something magical about pulling aside layers of tissue and then unveiling a treasure trove of glitter and sparkle, especially at this time of year.

And I must declare an overwhelming fondness for jingle bells at any time of the year.

Of course, displaying little vintage wooden toys is perfectly acceptable at Christmas time, even if one is well beyond the age when whirling toys brought hours of amusement.  Admittedly, they still do.

Even though the days are shorter now and darkness falls swiftly, there is a delight in turning on twinkling lights and watching the reflected glow.

House and home is transformed into a winter wonderland.

All that is needed now is the company of loved ones.



I'm linking up with My Romantic Home, At the Picket Fence, The Charm of Home, Common Ground, French Country Cottage, Knick of Time, A Stroll Thru Life, Ivy and Elephants.

Snow Queen

With a certain degree of humility, I admit that I am a scaredy cat when it comes to spiders, creepy-crawlies and other forms of life with multitudinous legs, eyes and antennae.  What does this have to do home decor?  Well, there is a secondhand shop that I was curious to pay a visit.  The shop is a hoarder's dream or a hoarding nightmare, depending on which side of the fence one happens to be standing.  It was a home that had been turned into a junkshop.  There was scant lighting and, when I reached out to turn on some lights, I found that the switches were broken.  Items were perched precariously on top of each other right to the ceiling.  I could make out the vague forms of couches, coffee table and dining table under the mountainous mounds of clutter.  I attempted to pull out a vase piled several feet high on the couch and started an avalanche of junk towards me.  Horrified at the thought of my early demise buried under a landslide of dusty junk, I shoved the vase back with one hand and stopped the avalanche with the other hand.  Defeated and not a little unnerved by the cobwebs festooning the ceiling, I backed away.  Luckily, this tale ends happily as I spied a milk glass vase under the dining table.  I hugged it to me for dear life and ran for the door as if Cerberus was nipping at my feet.

I must say that this vase is quickly becoming a favourite of mine.  A half hour spent scraping off 60 years worth of dirt and the vase now glows in all of its snowy, queenly glory.  The opaque milkiness goes with any colour scheme and the clean Art Deco lines still look modern and fresh.

Best of all, the milky whiteness segues neatly into the frosty, silvery tones that I tend towards as the days grow colder and Christmas draws ever closer.

There is nothing like being surprised with a bunch of flowers from a certain someone, "just because", and the tall purple blooms with their white centers are the perfect counterfoil to the vase and to other twinkly delights.

There is nothing like thoughtful, kind deeds done "just because" and for which I am very grateful.  Happy Thanksgiving to all of my American friends.

I'm linking up to My Romantic Home, At the Picket Fence, The Charm of Home, Common Ground, French Country Cottage, Thrifty Groove, A Stroll Thru Life, In the Knick of Time, Ivy and Elephants. 

Vintage in the Kitchen

I do love the idea of being a master chef and domestic goddess in the kitchen.  Sadly, the execution rarely lives up to the dream.  Many's the time I stared in shock and horror at burnt pots, reeled backwards blinded by spiraling columns of smoke, poked in dismay at cakes that were inadvertently molten within, crispy without.  Thus, I turn to vintage kitchen ware for inspiration.  I think of all the wonderful cooks who prepared meals for their families over the years using the same tools and hope that a little of that knowledge will somehow wend it's way to me.

A kitchen isn't complete without a vintage Mr. Rooster and his wife to oversee meal production.

And of course a vintage recipe card box filled with carefully composed, tried, true and tested family recipes is a necessity.  I am a little embarrassed to admit I'm a bit old fashioned in certain areas and still like to handwrite recipes on index cards.  It took many, many years for me to wrest my mother's pancake recipe from her and now it is faithfully recorded and stored in the recipe box.  Do you have any family recipes that have been handed down through the generations?

In fact, a flock of roosters serving up an apple a day (to keep the doctor away) is just the thing.

I still dream of swanning about the kitchen, serving up delicious meals in a state of graceful composure.  Until then, I will sip my tea from a vintage mug and be inspired by meals long since eaten and welcoming family gatherings of yesteryear.

 

I was featured on Knick of Time. Thanks so much!  Click here to read my featured post, Orange Days.  Angie is hosting a fabulous giveaway...be sure to check out her blog!

I'm linking up to Knick of Time, House of Hepworths, My Romantic Home, At the Picket Fence, Serenity Now, The Charm of Home, Common Ground, French Country Cottage, A Stroll Thru Life.



Orange Days

Autumn is a time of grateful harvest.  And at this time of year, the colour orange makes its sudden appearance everywhere, most notably in the form of pumpkins.  I have always had an uneasy relationship with this colour but I am slowly warming up to it's irresistible cheerfulness.  When it comes in the form of clementines and not just any kind of clementine but the most darling of clementines, then I can do nothing but succumb.

Of course, a pie pumpkin, radiating cheerfulness in its squat roundness, is perfect as a paperweight.

One's imagination can't help but take flight when darling clementines and winsomely chubby pumpkins are paired with aqua vintage typewriters.

Autumn is a time to down tools and take a well deserved rest, as well.  What could be more inspirational during the long winter months than to contemplate aged tools with a hard won patina derived from years of honest labour?

Orange makes its appearance again in the russet orange and burnt sienna of corn kernels.

So bring on these slowly lengthening days of coolness and bountiful harvest and let me punctuate them with bursts of gladsome orange.

I am linking up to House of Hepworth, My Romantic Home, At the Picket Fence, Serenity Now, The Charm of Home, Common Ground, French Country Cottage, A Stroll Thru Life, Knick of Time.