(Forgive the dust on the base)
This little jar/vase/whatever has been with me at least 12-13 years. It’s sat in 1…2…3… 4 antique malls without going home with anyone. No one wanted him. His price tag was never more than a few dollars, but you see, he’s very common. Made by Tiara, I believe, he was meant to be a cigarette holder. Am I remembering right on that? Someone correct me if I’m wrong.
He finally came home with me and has sat around in various places, usually close to the fireplace, holding matches.
(Dust is still on the base. Ugh.)
He’s been elevated on little boxes, been part of other arrangements, just moved around, never really finding the right home. Then one day recently, I was walking through the shop and looking for things I could use at home, things that I might regret selling, and brought this little prayer book home.
With it’s tattered spine and the front cover torn completely off.
And the sweet, sweet sentiment written on the back of the front cover.
I do love this little book. And when I combined the little black jar and the book … Well, it made my heart happy!
Such a simple, little combination, but the effect makes me smile every time I look at it. The camera didn’t capture the look the way I’d have liked. Maybe I should play with that some more. But that’s another day.
It sits on a glass top table with iron legs. I’m not totally happy with the whole arrangement. Maybe it needs a different plate, but that’s for another day, too.
Here’s a decorating tip for you from a very non decorator. First remember the only person you have to please is you. When you place an item, trying to do an arrangement, whatever you’re doing, step back and look. If you’re first impression makes you smile, you’re done. If you think you’ll have to come back and look at it, see if it grows on you, it’s probably not right. Things will grow on us. If we walk by them enough, our messed up stack of magazines on the floor disappear. The dust bunnies don’t exist. The junk mail all over the table becomes part of the decor. It all grows on us. We don’t see it until someone comes over.
Bonus tip: Take a picture. Trust me on that. Once you do, no explanation will be needed from me.