Blast From the Past

These are some things I found last week at an estate sale. They remind me very much of the ornaments my mom lovingly made when my brother and I were little. It upsets me more than a little that they consider such things vintage. My mom generously split the ornaments with my brother and I. Sadly my half got lost when we moved from Tennessee and the packers didn't get the Christmas decorations from the attic. My brother's half got lost when one of the crazy women in a long line of crazy women he got involved with, wouldn't let him have them upon termination of their relationship. I felt like I owed it to my family to buy these.

This old basket is just perfect for my studio. Can you believe I balked at paying $10 for it? Upon further reflection, I have no idea what I was thinking.

I love the colors in this picture, they are perfect in the studio. Plus we had just seen the Nutcracker the week before so how could I resist?

 

Treasure hunting has been very good to me lately. I was pleased with my purchases, but the best thing I got that day was free. I received a box from my mom that was filled with my great grandmothers buttons and a stack of old pictures. I love old stuff but my old family stuff is just priceless to me. Thanks Mom!