Cloches Brightened

The milk glass and cloches have not changed one iota on our three drawer chest.
The much beloved pineapple lamp stays in it's place as well.

Brightly colored ornaments were added.
Plus a live plant in an urn and a vintage bottle brush tree.

I keep teasing with this tree. 

I did not show it last year. 

I will this year.

Pinky swear.

I have not tired of the cloches and milk glass urns yet.

They are terribly easy to jazz up or down.

Saturday at the consignment shop was fun. I was running the cash register, much to my dismay but no disasters occurred that I am aware of yet. They asked me to do a live advertising spot on the radio and I said I can only learn one new skill a day and that was not the skill for the day.
Live radio? Dear Lord.

Linking at these parties:

Nita at Mod Vintage Life for Mod Mix Monday
Marty at A Stroll Thru Life for Table Top Tuesday
Debra at Common Ground for Vintage Inspiration Friday

Happy Christmas
Olive

Reflection

Note the reflection of the tree in the ornament.

 It was not planned but I am liking it.

I trained at one of the stores I consign at on the square today.

Just to help out on occasion and have fun in the process.

Surely if I used to administer morphine drips I can run a cash register.

That is what I keep telling myself.

I do know how to make change.

Many young people have no clue how to make change these days thanks to everything being digital.

On a completely different topic I managed to add PAGES (under the header) to this blog this week.
I surprised myself. If you slog through and read the novella ABOUT ME you are pretty.

Joe and I hope you have a terrific weekend. 

Olive

The Buffet, A Work In Progress

The buffet, at our yellow house, got tweaked after that moving sale we swooped upon last week. I do not consider it finished yet and we are currently at our old house but I plan to add holly greenery and pine cones from our yard.

We scored this vintage riding helmet at the sale for two dollars. Can you stand it?

I put it on the swan just for a lark and sort of liked it there and so it stays.

The oval print is old and chippy, just how I like them. 

Also found on frat row in Athens, Georgia.

The Santa mugs are vintage and from our local consignment store that we sell at.

The ironstone teapot is from a local thrift store. 

The ceramic cherub urn is from another moving sale last Saturday. 

The small metal urn was one dollar at Goodwill.

The live topiary is from Trader Joe's.

  The buffet needs something. 

I think it's more greenery.

When we return to the yellow house I will work on it.

You, my peeps, are the experts give me some help with this buffet.

You cannot hurt my feelings, remember I used to run a clinic, as a RN, in a state prison.

Linking with Debra at Common Ground for Vintage Inspiration Friday.

Honey at 2805 for Potpourri Party.

may joy and peace surround you

Olive

Love Hurts

Life lessons are hard.

 Yesterday was one of those days for our daughter. 

Tears were shed.

Tears of anger and frustration at a situation that was not in hers or our control.

 

I felt as if I had aged about ten years and maybe I did.

 I encouraged her that in the big wide scope of the world in a few years all this drama will be very small. 

I am not sure that helped. 

Love hurts.

Olive