Y’all know I don’t sell everything I buy, don’t you? I have collections, too. I just don’t have time anymore to play with them like I used to. That makes me sad some days. There are days I regret ever opening a shop. I’m such a homebody. But usually once I’m at the shop, I’m pretty content.
I took these too dark pictures of my sheep and Dutch kids collection recently and thought I’d share.
That oval picture was from Sue at Vintage Rescue Squad. What a sweetheart she is.
Below the pictures is this little built in shelf thing. It began life as a wall, then in the 1960s, when window air conditioning units were all the rage, the owners had to have one, but this room only had sliding glass doors. Big. Sliding. Glass. Doors. Like 15 feet of glass. HUGE. Anyway, their solution was to cut a hole in the outside wall. Then, some years later, along came central air, but what to do with the hole? Why, make shelves, of course. We’ve since taken out the Big Doors and put in French doors with windows on each side. I had the opportunity to do away with the little cubby, but chose to keep it. At the moment, it houses my sheep and Dutch Kid collection. I’d really like one big cloche to put the sheep under. Dusting is a nightmare and doesn’t happen very often.
That’s a little McCoy Pinecone planter turned upside down. I love its colors.
What? Oh, how smart and observant you are! I know the Eiffel Tower doesn’t belong. It was a senior prom favor. My senior prom. That I went to in spite of running a high fever with strep throat. The kids and sheep said it could stay with them for awhile.