After all the fun activities planned for their grandson ~ fishing for sharks with my Dad on a boat in the Puget Sound with a captain named Doc; the wild Olympic Game Farm in northern Washington where buffalo and bison came to our car window and grabbed some food while the llamas stuck their wet noses in and wanted some of the action too; then heading to the zoo at Point Defiance where he took a ride on a camel and had budgies eating from his hands; and the last day spending some time at the small private community beach playing with the dogs and looking for sea glass...
We knocked on some doors...
and found some pretty things ~ new and old. I purchased four of the flax coloured monogrammed linen tea towels and am going to use them in my dining room this fall. The lady in the foreground reminded me of my friend Jennifer.
This chandelier did not even have to be illuminated to make this pretty old glass fixture sparkle.
I loved how the crocheted doilies were displayed haphazardly in the glass urn. And of course, the rose coloured velvet hat is so stylish.
These rustic silver votives are not old, but their patina is lovely with the vintage clock and shabby frame.
What a wonderful way to display random crystal beads and chandelier pendants. Just tossed in a tarnished silver bowl. So effortless on the part of the designer, yet a deliberate and an intentional juxtaposition of elegant elements.
I found these vintage pearl and rhinestone chandelier pendants for my ears and took them home with me.
Pretty cotton coverlets hanging on a simple curtain rod. The layers created such an interesting pattern with the light coming through the window.
More of these doilies tossed in a tiered wire basket. I have so many of my own put away in a drawer, that I am going to have to do something creative with them like this. Maybe I'll save that idea for my Christmas table or mantle.
I do not know why I did not purchase some of these wood block rubber stamps. The patterns would have been great to use on notes and in my booklets or something.
The clock was ticking...we were with the short one and I had run out of Tootsie Rolls so it was time to go. It was fun to do this with my Mom ~ she's the one who got me started in my love of antiques in the first place years ago when I was a young girl. Now whenever I go to their home, I ask her if she "is tired" of anything yet...hint, hint.
Bye for now. Thank you for your visit.