I had no trouble dissing my house in a fit of depression a couple weeks ago. My poor house. It's not its fault. It does a great job of shelter us and the like. It even has little spots that shine--spots that make me smile. I thought I'd share a few of those spots with you all.
I love having bowls of fresh fruit. These white peaches, pluots, and nectarines are like heavenly nectar. They are so juicy you have to eat them over the sink and hose yourself off afterward. Plus, they're purdy.
While I'm eating the aforementioned juicy fruit, this is the view to the right. When we remodeled the kitchen over 8 years ago, I knew I wanted these shelves, I just didn't know what I was going to put on them. Now I do. Two of the shelves hold vintage salt & pepper shakers from my mother's childhood collection. The top shelf shakers are a miniature mixer with the beaters serving as the S & P. Next to the mixer is a washer/dryer set. The lower shelf of shakers are a toaster with black and white slices of toast serving as the shakers, and next to the toaster are two tiny coffee pots on a miniature warming plate.
This little face greets me any time I need a pen or scissors. Peanut made her in a clay class she took from an amazing woman. You can't look at that face and have a bad day. (Well, you can, but it takes some effort.) That's it for the happy kitchen pics, let's move on to the rest of the digs.
My father is an electrician by trade and a collector by genetic make-up. These vintage insulators once graced the tops of electrical poles. Now, they line the ledge in my foyer. I love the colors and shapes.
I hate jewelry boxes. Why? Because I never open them to get the jewelry out. I need to see what I have in order to remember I might want to wear it. My mother gave me these pieces of silver that had belonged to my grandparents. They looked unused when I got them, but I've let them tarnish as they do duty holding my baubles.
Do you have little spots in your home that bring you joy?