I guess I am just an incurable romantic. I love things with a past. Those things that have seen a few years roll by, suffered a ding there or dent here, not unlike me I guess! Little treasures picked up at a flea market, in dusty antique shops & thrift stores. Sweet gifts that arrive from a friend, cherished memories of trips and faces from our past. The bits and bobs of our lives.
Kitchen roosters and rabbits keep watch... The laundry room fowl never tell...
Blue and white in the study
as I imagine it was...where she traveled and with whom.
Treasures from China and Carmel, California
A friend's gift...
Dining Room Plates
With rabbits for companionship...
A Chinese goddess stands guard
Walking sticks from Concord, Massachusetts, Ireland & China mingle with the cane my father used late in life....I always stop to touch the handle as I pass, and think of him.
Vintage Italian photo and a modern San Francisco watercolor
Soft light in our bedroom
Treasures from my Grandmother mix with books waiting to be enjoyed
Bedroom plates and a wee heart which reminds us to....
A subway sign from NYC....
Guest room eye candy
From England and China
Virginia Beach, Padre Island, Texas, Pensacola and
Tampa, Florida. The Bahamas, the coasts of Southern and
Northern California, Maine, Cape Cod, Diego Garcia, Connecticut....
I have never been one
in our cottage to match.
I pick up a piece here
and another somewhere else.
Somehow, a little at a time,
a treasure at a time,
it all comes together
to make our house a home....
and tells the story of our lives.