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Egging Me On

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We’re in that in-between time here in the Hudson Valley. It looks like the worst of winter is gone. It’s slowly getting warmer. But the landscape looks bleak.

It will be a few weeks before I can begin cleaning up the garden beds; that leaf mulch needs to stay there a bit longer to protect the plants. The waiting game has begun.

But I’m sure happy that winter seems to be on the way out the door!

More egg cups. It’s so hard to get a good photo of this little shelf that I found years ago in an antique shop. It hangs on a wall in the den, between two windows. There’s a table and lamp in front of it. And it gets very dark in that corner. Thank goodness for photo editing options!

Full transparency: this little shelf holds some of my favorite egg cups.

On the top shelf – One of my largest egg cups, a guy with a top hat. The head is a salter and is lifted out to access the egg cup. This would have been one of a pair of egg cups, one for salt and one for pepper. I suspect the little cherub next to it is really a toothpick holder, but I have made it an honorary egg cup because it’s so adorable. Then there’s Humpty Dumpty, with an egg that Don brought back from Prague serving as his crown.

Middle shelf – One of my favorites, the bunny artist painting the egg. (Middle-of-the night bidding war.) Next, a pig getting ready to dine on an egg (made for Tiffany). And then, one of my 1939 Walt Disney dwarfs, Grumpy.

Bottom shelf – Three more dwarfs: Dopey, Doc, and Bashful. And some little wooden ducks/chicks that I found in an antique shop several years ago.

The search for the remaining three dwarfs and Snow White is ongoing. It’s taken me 16 years to collect the four that I have!

In other news…Don told me the ‘critic’ from the New York Times  got so much backlash about his/her review of Escape to Margaritaville, that he/she felt compelled to write an op-ed defending the review. I don’t mind saying that I laughed gleefully when I heard that bit of news. It’s alright not to like something. We don’t all agree. But to write in a mean-spirited manner, to make it personal? That’s not what a respected critic does. That’s not what anyone who calls themselves a critic should do.

I cancelled my subscription over this one. I was already on the fence about it, due to all the “Hillary’s emails” crap they published leading up to the election, but this sent me over the edge. Bye bye, New York Times. And that sorry excuse for a critic can kiss my tush.

Happy Wednesday.

 

A Visitor and More Easter Egg Cuppery

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A guy I know who is temporarily living in NYC came home for 24 hours. Just what the doctor ordered! He’s here now, but I’ll soon be taking him to the bus station for the trip back to the city. We’ve had a lovely time.

But then, he’s a lovely guy.

By the way, if you want to see a ‘feel-good’ movie, watch Wonder, starring Julia Roberts, Owen Wilson, and Jacob Tremblay. Cried my eyes out in the best possible way.

Today, we look at the egg cups that are on the mantel that is right above my desk. These are all figurals and they make me smile every single day.

The bunny on the left is named Scout – she reminds me of Scoutie: the facial expression. the eyes and the big pink ears. Bunnies frolicking, chicks on a seesaw, and a dog – so much lovely detail.

Love the little girl in a bunny costume and the bunnies holding up the egg cup. There’s my childhood egg cup and a bunny standing outside his egg cup house.

Here we have hens and chicks and a scottie dog and two dogs holding up an eye cup and bunnies and a pig.

And, of course, there’s the Lamb with the Party Hat and lovely thimble with a cow on top sent to me by a blogging friend, Susi, who lives in Amsterdam.

A couple of the egg cups are here as the result of successful bidding wars in the middle of the night. I was younger then.

You know, of course, that looking at all these egg cups makes me want to hop on over to eBay and see what’s out there.

Happens every year. Like clockwork.

Happy Tuesday.

It’s That Time Again

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Easter is less than a week away and I am aware that I haven’t done any egg cup posts. The truth is, I don’t have a whole lot of energy for taking that on, but I will highlight them in groups. For those of you who are newer readers of the blog, I collect egg cups. I have a rather large collection now, my favorites being figural egg cups – the kind with little bunnies and chicks and dogs and pigs. While I’m sure some of the figurals were used, I suspect they were meant as gifts to display.

Though, now that I think of it, I distinctly remember using this egg cup, given to me as a child by my godparents:

This was one of a series of egg cups that were made for Fanny Farmer. They came as a gift, with candy inside the cup. I held onto this cup for years and years (let’s face it: and years) until one day I read an article in Martha Stewart Living about collecting egg cups. The lead photo in the article showed several egg cups and one of them was exactly like mine!

Bingo. I’m a collector at heart and after reading the article, I was hooked. eBay hadn’t been in existence all that long but it was a treasure trove of figural egg cups. I found myself in more than one middle-of-the-night bidding war. The good figurals are much harder to find nowadays.

Side note: After we moved east in 2001, and I had some spare time on my hands, I discovered two of my favorite things to collect: egg cups and McCoy Pottery. I blame Martha Stewart for both. And my neighbor, who had a great collection of McCoy that I lusted after.

Anyway.

The shelves in the first photo contain some traditional egg cups, a few transferware egg cups – one of them very old ironstone, egg cups from Prague, which Don brought back home after filming there, figural egg cups, including two ‘Walking Ware’ egg cups (the ones with shoes), and another Fanny Farmer egg cup, the one on the left on the second shelf. That egg cup is quite heavy and was made for Fanny Farmer by…wait for it…McCoy Pottery. The words “Fanny Farmer” are on the side of the egg cup.

When I first began collecting, I found that shelf you see in the first picture and it contained all my egg cups. Now, they are scattered all over the house. On the mantel right above my desk, on the bookshelves in the den, in various china cabinets and on a little hanging shelf in the den. I’ll share them with you in groups, and I won’t go into too much detail, unless you want me to.

There are many times I wish I had more space here and one of the reasons is that I have a secret desire to find one big piece that would hold all my egg cups. Wouldn’t that be neat?

If you have any questions about egg cups in general or a particular egg cup, feel free to ask in the comments.

This particular bug seems to fluctuate – yesterday I felt much better, today, not so much. It’s working its way out of my system, though.

Begone, foul bug!

Happy Monday.

 

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