It's the time of year when I'm confined to quarters by the weather and spend a lot of time looking out of my windows to see what's shaping up. There are four windows in the kitchen and their ledges are all full of 'stuff'. Some of it is useful, but by no means all.
The storage jars belonged to my mother. Dating from the thirties, they were probably wedding presents. I don't remember her ever using them, they were just stored on a high shelf in the pantry.
I'm just as bad a hoarder as she was.
Not to mention a demon biscuit eater - just look at those tins!
i love blue and white china - looks lovely on a window sill. Plenty of snow in Carlton today!
ReplyDeleteAt least this year we have all our windows firmly closed, unlike the time that Peter left them with enough air to circulate and keep the place healthy, and let the fine snow blow in!
DeleteThe transfer ware is lovely. I have so little that was my mothers, but cherish what I have. Bonnie
ReplyDeleteAs you know, I love the history and association of family pieces. (Although it does lead to a lot of clutter as I'm unable to part with the most hopeless of objects.)
DeleteA whole jar for currants, interesting!
ReplyDeleteAt least you did not inherit tupperware-lids in all sizes, without the matching containers. I won't inherit them either, my parents de-cluttered dozens of containers and lids last week. My father sent me a snapshot of their brave work. :-)
Dear Paula, your comment makes me laugh! Congratulations to your father - I inherited a mountain of stuff, including tupperware, but I chose not to keep it.
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