It is never a bad idea to pick up a scale or a Delft blue cow creamer.
I doubt the creamer weighs over seven pounds though.
This corner of our dining room is full of recent flea market, junk, and antique store finds.
I am enamored of old beat up buckets.
They are elevated from their humble status when planted with flowers.
That is not a garden watering can but rather a gas station radiator water can.
If you are old enough to recall full service gas stations you may remember these.
I would plant Blue Daze flowers in it.
I own three stick tables.
This one has beautiful folk art painting on it.
I was thrilled to uncover it in a junk shop buried under a large box.
The wood on this stool was incredibly dry.
I practically gave it a bath in furniture paste wax.
I like it's legs.
All of this is tagged for the booths and packed in the Jeep except the cow creamer.
With my transferware addiction-she's all mine.
I am scheduled for ear surgery this Thursday.
I am ready for it as I have migraines and a persistent earache.
I will let you, my peeps, know what happens.
Invariably I always create some sort of drama.
Or Joe thinks so anyways.
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