Thrifting has been good this week. I snapped up three pieces of vintage Hazel Atlas Platonite glassware in October colors. Since they’re not madly desirable they’d be hard to sell in our Dish Sister’s booth. I decided right away I’d re-purposed them as candles.
Years ago I bought boxes of pure beeswax candles on closeout sale from a famous housewares store/catalog. When they arrived I was disappointed to discover they were all a blah, mis-matched range of beige. I didn’t want to pay return postage so I tossed them in a drawer.
I never expect to find vintage tablecloths at thrift stores. The rare times when they do turn up are mini occasions for celebration. (No champagne involved, but it sure is exciting!)
Last week I stopped at a thrift store in the middle of the week and hit the vintage tablecloth jackpot. Take a peek:
My guess is most of them belonged to the same household. I’m sure people who have the fun of shopping estate sales find piles like this all the time. Lucky you! Now we’re even.
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“Give me a child until he is seven and I will give you the man.” What do you think of this Jesuit motto? Is it true?
I don’t have to go any further than my dining room to see where my childhood and present intersect.
I got my first piece of furniture–a china cabinet–when I was only three years old. My father built it from knotty pine and scraps of Formica counter top. I distinctly remember wanting to be tall enough to see what was on the top shelf. (Now it barely reaches up to my elbows!)
It’s a good thing ManRay wasn’t planning to come along to this week’s show at Sage Farm. There isn’t any room in the car for him!
I’m bringing enough chenille dotted pillows to fill a large sofa. Aren’t these colors great together? They all have brand new pillow inserts.