Remembering Brimfield

Last September Paula, Carole and I set off for Brimfield with our sunscreen, totes and carts....ready to find our kind of treasure at the infamous flea market. We were not disappointed! From dress forms to wire ware to bottles and boxes, paper dolls and old letters, old linens, vintage photos and incredible architectural pieces......It was all there to be discovered! The sun was shining, the street food was satisfying, the "amenities" were satisfactory and matched the color of the sky......Tired but happy we considered it a successful day! Back at Paula's we relaxed in her late summer gardens.....I'm looking forward to doing it all again!

French bread boards and baskets

The warm tones in these baskets and wooden ware say home to me. The top pictures are several French bread baskets and a board...the round American BREAD board's letters are worn down....the butter molds are from the USA as well.

Saturday.....laundry and cleaning

Yes, that's what I should be doing today.....laundry and cleaning. Well, I am cleaning a little because in order to take pictures I need to blow the dust off first!

The blue bloomers were bought for me by my Mom years ago at a flea market. She most likely didn't understand my attraction but in her loving and generous way....wanted me to have whatever it was that tickled my fancy!

Rag Balls

Rag balls were made with strips of cloth wound round and round........Here is Evi's basket full of pastel beauties.
The others are really old ones that were found at Brimfield......wonderful early fabrics......true blues!

Eggs

The egg has long been a symbol of immortality and fertility.......... It is also a sure sign of spring....two or three cradled in their nest tucked in the forsythia bush outside my kitchen window................................The shape of the egg is pleasing to the eye, the feel....so smooth and easy to hold in the palm of your hand.....yet so fragile....and when cooked to your liking.....delicious! My sister MaryBeth always liked hers poached on toast....my Dad likes them anyway Mom cooks them, my sister Lynn doesn't like them at all and I like mine in an omelet or a quiche with lots of mushrooms and cheese!

Applause!

Two years ago we traveled to Italy with my sister Lynn and brother in law Steve.......it was amazing on so many levels.

There was eye candy everywhere!

This storefront window of colorful gloves makes my vintage glove collection pale in comparison!

Yardsticks

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.......

Sometimes the measure of friendship isn't your ability to not harm but your capacity to forgive the things done to you and ask forgiveness for your own mistakes.

Randy K. Millholland

Calming Thoughts of a Warm Summer's Day

If you want to have an especially lovely afternoon.....visit a special girlfriend...on a beautiful summer day...... who happens to have incredible gardens.....Sit and chat for a while.....let her spoil you with a lovely lunch under the blue sky...... and then take a long nap in a calm and pretty bedroom! Doesn't that sound dreamy? Breathe deeply....winter will be over soon.