Red Love Seat

A nine foot tall live Christmas tree and a red love seat sets the scene for one of our local consignment stores near our old house.
The love seat sold as I was snapping these images so I am glad I took them even though the sun was in my eyes.

 I consign a few items here (that Holidays book is one of mine) and enjoy the ladies who manage this store. I helped them a wee tiny bit to get ready for their ribbon cutting ceremony with the chamber of commerce.  Joe and I are thrilled that our small southern town now has several businesses on the square. I consign at three of them and have a ball doing it. Joe is also a big help in this endeavour and by now you know we are all about the thrill of the hunt.

In my next post I will show a silver, black, and gold vignette, from this store, that is terribly pretty. 

It made me turn around and get in my car and fetch my camera.

I am linking to The Tablescaper, for the very first time, for Seasonal Sundays.

may joy and peace surround you 
Olive

B&B

Sometimes I long for the mountains. 

Joe and I were in the north Georgia mountains last fall and we stayed in an old farmhouse B&B. 

 

 The porch.

The mantlepiece.

A quilt hanging in the dining room.

Fall leaves, the colors of the leaves make me want to pack an overnight bag.

Could I talk Joe into a little trip?

Linking with Debra at Common Ground for  Vintage Inspiration Friday.

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Honey at 2805 for Potpourri Party.

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Sherry at The Charm of Home for Home Sweet Home.

may joy and peace surround you

Olive

So You Like Antlers?

How about having a mounted Longhorn on your wall?

Joe and I chased this truck on Sunday last, in our Mini Coop, and I snapped this image while we were both moving.

Craziness.

Needless to say the mounted Longhorn is wider than our Mini should it have been purchased by us. Heavens, it is wider than our stone fireplace.

We have some small deer antlers. Do you like antlers of any kind?

may joy and peace surround you

Olive

The Tall Tale Of The Rusty Bucket

Joe and I went to a flea market on Saturday. 

Ninety-eight percent of what was there was new junk from China. 

Not our vintage kind of goodie. Until, about three rows down the flea, I saw some lighted chandeliers. I told Joe we must make our way over there and I could hear him thinking "Oh no, oh no, not chandeliers." The store and it was a a small store essentially was filled with white painted furniture, vintage furniture with original finishes, mirrors, books, urns, and much more. It was like finding a pearl in the trash.  I was thrilled and you might be surprised at what I bought from the owner. I know Joe was.

I bought this old rusty bucket, with three holes in the bottom of it, for about a squilllion dollars. The shop owner said it is a well bucket and maybe it is. Joe had walked away and when he saw the price tag and confirmed that is what I paid he died a thousand deaths. He said "She probably picked that old thing up beside the road." I said " Maybe she did but I wanted it and it will look wonderful on our buffet. Trust me."

And so it does look wonderful on our buffet, filled with Black Eyed Susan seed heads. Joe agrees about the wonderful looking part now despite the financial issue.

I talked to the shop owner for a long time and encouraged her to explore the internet, blogs, and Etsy. She and her husband buy unclaimed storage units in Atlanta. That is a huge amount of work and keeps them busy. She has great style and I wish I had my camera with me.

That is the tall tale of the rusty bucket. 

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For the purposes of this tall tale a squillion equals twenty dollars.

I am linking with Kim at Savvy Southern Style for Wow Us Wednesday's.

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Sherry at No Minimalist Here for Open House Party.

may joy and peace surround you

Olive