a tea party.

Sunday afternoon + little sister + tea in a teapot + mismatched dishes =

a perfect tea party.

a dapple of my weekend.

My weekend had lots of highs, but also lots of lows

which probably contributed to my delay in posting these photos.

(I guess it's only Tuesday, but . . .)

Regardless, it was nice to finally be home for a weekend,

and not driving miles upon miles.

My weekend included:

:: scrapbooking with MH,

:: happy hour-ing (yes, I just made that a word),

:: making headbands,

:: finding the kind of beer I drank when I was in Haiti,

:: making good use of my new umbrella,

:: and a trip to Northampton for thrifting, eating, walking, and perusing.

Now to tackle another work week . . . . .

vintage quilt.

I recently found this old quilt amongst the piles of other old blankets in our linen closet. Usually, the blankets I pull out of there are ugly and pill-y but this one was something else.

Yellowed on the topside and pure white on the underside, it had simple flowered patterns of old, faded fabrics scattered across it. Some "petals" had fallen off and edges were frayed, but I loved it.

My mom saw it on my bed and told me it belonged to her grandmother, "Bitty." I still can't figure out why I hadn't ever seen it the closet before (as in, the past twenty-one years)--it's like it just magically appeared. I think it's meant to get out and seen and used, don't you?

And Blanche took a liking to it, too. Can you blame her?

Vintage Curtains

I am simply in love with the "new" curtains in my room. After I had painted, my bedroom looked so bare. And with my old curtains looking horrible against my new wall color, I opted to just leave them bare until I came across something good.

Luckily, family intervened.

My mom happened to be up in the attic one day when I heard her calling me. She came down the rickety wooden ladder with her arms full of adorable blue and green curtains that she said belonged to my grandma-in-heaven (as she likes to call her)(who used to live in this house and had since passed away). Even my mom had never even seen them before--she just happened upon them. And they just happened to go wonderfully with my new-and-improved room.



Aren't they beautiful? I love having something that has real meaning to it, not just something I found on the clearance shelf at Target (mind you, I'm not bashing Target--I live for their clearance racks).

Thanks, Grandma-in-Heaven.

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