hoarder, collector, accumulator, gatherer
I told Noelle today that I have jokingly been accused twice this past week of being a hoarder. Of course I do not want to be thought of as a hoarder! However, I do love to collect vintage treasures. Mostly, I enjoy the thrill of the hunt. For me, summertime is synonymous with Saturday morning yard sales. After searching garage sales online, and mapping out my course the evening before, I am up and out of the house early Saturday mornings. However, today I had no intention of going to yard sales. Seriously. My agenda was to go into town to buy pickling spices since the garden cucumber plants are making my husband proud. I only needed a few spices, and the jars were at the ready on the table.
You already know the conclusion of my story.
I couldn’t help myself.
Coincidentally, I found a (very timely) large, cold canning pot (complete with original label!). Among my various finds are wonderful fabrics and wool, super buttons that the previous owner carded for the sale (how convenient!), an old floral embossed tin with a hinged lid, a sizeable roll of binding that I plan to use as trim, a wooden slat strawberry basket, a small canning jar filled with buttons and accented with a counted cross stitch teapot motif within it’s top, a small glass flowerpot that I am nearly certain is jadeite ($1.00!), a vintage Christmas table cloth purchased from a kind, older woman, who was wise and knew she needed to clean out (I wonder who the lucky ones will be when I do the same?). Maybe just a little dust collecting will occur on my newly found treasures, but the hand-stitched handkerchiefs will decorate basket edges, the hobnail glass (also only $1.00!) will soon hold cut flowers from my kitchen garden, and the Anchor Hocking jars may be used to hold gifts of wrapped candies or cookies this holiday season. And, if you use the childhood game of ‘Memory’, and mentally record the images from this photo, I am certain you will spot some of them on the pages of upcoming issues of Create & Decorate magazine.
Oh, and yes, the pickles are pickling.