One Man's Trash...

You either love vintage...

or you don't...

there is no indifferent in between,

let's just be friends relationship when it comes to vintage goods...

I am one of those vintage LOVE people...

well most vintage...

('60s and '70s... not so much...)

'30s and '40s vintage... come to Momma and cue the violins...

the treasure hunt... the rescue and re-purpose...

life just doesn't get much sweeter.

Where's the Justice...

Not only has this Summer been a steady stream

of hellish temperature and humidity...

but to add insult to injury... I have a cold...

where I picked it up is uncertain...

I myself blame our obviously germ-ridden County courthouse...

No, I haven't slid into a life of crime and decadence... yet, anyway...

I'm serving two weeks' of grand jury hell... uh, civic duty...

so, currently, anything vile... no matter how remote the stretch...

that can be laid at its feet is...

and so... ta dah...

thank you... thank you grand jury for clogging my already overfull schedule...

and my sinuses.

Broken Baker's Dream...

My gorgeous vintage covered cake pedestal...

survived decades of heavy kitchen use...

and a mere three months

of nothing but decorative duty on my counter.