Today the Rays went tromping around in antique stores over in Weston and I did what I do best… drooled over all of the vintage pieces of china, silver, and crystal on display. The find of the day? A little pink bunny by Fenton with hand painted flowers. I nabbed her. I don’t make spontaneous purchases too often, but she was calling my name and I had to have her. Oh to have unlimited resources to fill every nook and cranny of my house with that stuff. My house could be a veritable Victoria magazine cover!!!!
But it’s not to be, and so mostly I just look. But I noticed something today. A china tea cup sitting by its lonesome just isn’t as appealing as one sitting in a lighted china cabinet surrounded by its cousins. It just looks better in the cabinet because it’s at home. It belongs there. My little pink bunny was cute in the store but she looks just perfect sitting in my china cabinet next to the Noritake creamer.
And that’s exactly how I feel about myself. I just feel better when I’m surrounded by family. And I am better– they make me better. I belong there.
You’re speakin’ my language girl! I could putter and poke around antique shops for hours looking at china and silver and glass, especially depression glass. My favorite is plum opalescent hobnail by Fenton…pricey, but gorgeous.