When I started Comfort Cottage a few months ago, I said I'd be inviting you here to have a peek at some of my favorite things. I love blue and white transfer ware and most things blue and white. My collection occupies my dining room (or should I say it has taken over the room?). This space is magical in the morning sun, and it makes me smile every day when I come downstairs. Come on in, and make yourself at home. It's impossible to feel "blue" here!
The lines of this vase are delicious! I found it in a local flea market. The carpet balls look cool, but I'm not exactly what purpose they would have served. These are newer ones.
Inside the china cabinets, the lack of organization is apparent, but I make up for it with variety! The cobalt crystal brings back memories of Dad trying to amuse my sister and me. He showed us how you could make "music" by pinging them with your fingernail. Each size glass "played" a different note. They produce a lovely ring. I'm sure Mom wouldn't have appreciated us "pinging" her beautiful crystal (a wedding gift from my great Aunt), so we just kept that story to ourselves! Sorry, Mom.
All of these, with the exception of the napkin rings, were antique store finds. By the way, have you noticed? Nothing in my collection matches. Blue and white patterns are like potato chips...you can never have just one.
More carpet balls and a fabulous bowl that was a birthday present from my friend, Nancy.
The design inside is incredible!
The gravy boat was my first piece from Bavaria.
The sugar spoon was a lucky antique shop find. The other pieces were from a yard sale.
I found this wonderful platter at a yard sale at the local fire house. Aren't the fluted edges beautiful?
I cringe when I think of what this chair looked like when I first saw it. It's one of a pair that were given to me by a friend. They had been used as sawhorses and they had deep cuts in them to prove it! They were black/brown and old as the hills. Fortunately, I can visualize! I pictured them in my dining room in my then new house that was being built. Of course, they got the blue and white treatment, but not before I filled the cuts and sanded off the old finish. My friend's husband was kind enough to cut two new seat bottoms for them. I wanted them to echo the look of my transfer ware so I drew a design for the backs based on the motifs in my dishes. I upholstered the seats in blue toile, painted my design on the backs, and voila! New, old chairs.
I think those tired old chairs were sort of a metaphor for life. If we don't like what we see, we can complain about it , or worse still, throw it away and give up on it, or we can visualize something new, and take steps to make it happen. With a plan, a little work, and a lot of faith, who knows what can happen? You'll never know until you give it a shot.
So, how about you? Are you coming to a place in your life where you want to start over? Have to start over? Trust me, I've been there. In fact, if you read my previous posts, I'm there right now. I promise you this - even if the bottom has dropped out, and all seems lost, you CAN be happy again. Sometimes you just have to take those tired old chairs...those tired old ideas, the old lives, and visualize something new. Give them a makeover! Don't hang on to what was or what "might have been". If you do, you may one day awake to find life has passed by while you were chasing fantasies. I'm finding that joy in life doesn't come from the larger-than-life, spectacular accomplishments. It's coming to me in the starting over--in each little step. Our worth isn't determined by how many people are applauding us. We truly show what we're made of in the way we approach each day of our lives.
I hope that somewhere, there is someone who has found encouragement here. My simple words come from my heart. God bless you all.
I hope you enjoyed your visit! Please come again soon.