First, I hope you are all having a wonderful Memorial Day weekend! :)
AND I wanted to tell you, in answer to my little guessing game in the previous post, that I painted our kitchen floor! It was A LOT of work! I am loving the results, though, and will show you the whole floor as soon as we get the molding up! (I'm crossing my fingers that we'll get this done next weekend!)
But I also wanted to share something with you~
I was at the thrift store when I spotted these sweet cups and saucers. This is the pattern of dishes that I grew up with, and they bring back good memories! I swept these up, and also bought three matching dinner plates. The cashier pointed out that two of the plates each had a chip on them, but I assured him it didn't matter. This wasn't about perfection, it was about nostalgia.
Do you have memories of the dishes your mom used when you were growing up? Do they bring back warm memories~ maybe of a fun family supper, or the bowl of chicken noodle soup your mom made for you when you were sick?
These dishes do that for me~ I feel happy just looking at them. And that reminds me to be thankful for a good childhood, which truly is a precious gift.
AND I wanted to tell you, in answer to my little guessing game in the previous post, that I painted our kitchen floor! It was A LOT of work! I am loving the results, though, and will show you the whole floor as soon as we get the molding up! (I'm crossing my fingers that we'll get this done next weekend!)
But I also wanted to share something with you~
I was at the thrift store when I spotted these sweet cups and saucers. This is the pattern of dishes that I grew up with, and they bring back good memories! I swept these up, and also bought three matching dinner plates. The cashier pointed out that two of the plates each had a chip on them, but I assured him it didn't matter. This wasn't about perfection, it was about nostalgia.
Do you have memories of the dishes your mom used when you were growing up? Do they bring back warm memories~ maybe of a fun family supper, or the bowl of chicken noodle soup your mom made for you when you were sick?
These dishes do that for me~ I feel happy just looking at them. And that reminds me to be thankful for a good childhood, which truly is a precious gift.
(Thanks Mom and Dad.)