Another shelf tour today.
Since I was feeling lazy, I simply got up from my chair and took a picture of one of the shelves in the china cabinet.
Back row from left to right:
My great-grandmother’s syrup pitcher. It has a pewter lid. It’s simply gorgeous and was always one of my favorite things in my grandmother’s china cabinet. Thanks to Grandma, it’s been well taken care of. I’ll try to pull it out one day and highlight it on a post.
Next to that, a vase in one of my all-time favorite Roseville patterns, Ixia. It comes in yellow as well, but I really love the green. It’s 8 inches tall.
Next: a blue vase in the Freesia pattern. This was one of the first pieces I purchased when prices became much more affordable. You might recall that I did an oil painting of this one.
Next: my heart went pitter-patter when I discovered the Water Lily pattern, especially in this color combination. I distinctly remember a bidding war on this one. It’s gorgeous.
Front row, left to right:
A double bud vase in the Clematis pattern. Stunning.
The little dog is from Germany and it is one of a only a couple of things I have that belonged to my dad’s mother, who died before I was born. I wish I’d had the chance to meet her. I have my cousin Eileen to thank for this.
Next, slightly to the rear, a green flower frog in the Clematis pattern. It was a gift from reader Barbara. I really love it, especially the shape.
In front of that, a window box in the Magnolia pattern. Love, love, love this, especially the color combination.
Next, a miniature Eiffel Tower found at Vignettes in San Diego,
And, drum roll please, the big kahuna and I’ll definitely take a better picture soon, a Columbine vase. It’s 10 inches tall and seems a lot taller than that. It’s photographing darker than it is. I purchased it two years ago on a whim. It’s in perfect condition and the price was very, very low. I remember pulling it out of the box and how shocked I was by the size. I let out a sigh of relief when I discovered it would fit in the cabinet. Ten years ago, this would have been several hundred dollars.
And next to that you can see two of my Susie Cooper demitasse cups. I found them in a local antique shop and couldn’t resist as I’m a big fan of her designs.
It’s Sunday, Father’s Day. These parental holidays are hard for me now so I end up blocking them out of my mind. We saw a couple of baby bunnies this morning, running right in front of the kitchen door. Don immediately wanted to keep one for a pet. Ummmm….no. We also saw a stunningly beautiful, almost golden-coated, deer standing between our cars.
I didn’t see my little baby groundhog, who stops by for a couple of hours every afternoon. It was raining off and on yesterday so maybe that’s why. The rain didn’t stop the big groundhog who lives under the shed, however. I found him inside one of beds, chewing on a tall weed. I opened the door and said “No!” and he ran off.
Not for the first time, we mentioned our Henry, who was the Gentleman of All Groundhogs. He always dined on grass, which is plentiful. He never went in the gardens. He was polite. He would lie on the shed ramp in the sun. He respected us and we definitely respected him.
Henry, these young whippersnappers could use your guidance.
We miss you.
Stay safe.
Happy Sunday.
thanks for another roseville shelf tour. lovely!
i saw a sign somewhere that said “dogs are toddlers. cats are teenagers” (haha). maybe baby groundhogs are like toddlers, too?
agree; some holidays sure are tough. hope you can take it easy today.
kathy
They’re quickly morphing into teenagers, Kathy!
Stay safe.
I’m really enjoying seeing the pieces on your shelves! I love your great-grandmother’s syrup pitcher…first, because it belonged to your great-grandmother. I love keeping that connection! Also, how elegant to have a special, beautiful pitcher for syrup. Thanks again!
I know – they did things with style in those days! I promise to take a picture of it soon, Barrie.
Stay safe.
You had rain! I am very envious. We had abut .4 inches on Memorial Day and nothing since, it’s very dry, and there is no rain in the week’s forecast. I get so annoyed at weather people on the news saying how nice it is to have another beautiful sunny day. Clearly these people are not gardeners!
Ceci
We had to wait quite a while until we got some rain. Things were turning brown. Very grateful that we finally got some and I hope you get some very soon, Ceci.
Stay safe.
I enjoyed your shelf tour. Always fun when you share your collections with us. You mentioned Don wanting to adopt one of the baby rabbits. Years ago my husband and I dropped into the Humane Society just to look. Well, we came home with two bunnies already named Bunker and Thumper. We already had a cat and three chickens! What were we thinking, lol. Yes, we had three illegal chickens in Toronto. I named them Martha (after Martha Stewart), Victoria (after my favourite magazine) and Delia (after Delia Smith, a cook book author from England). Those fresh eggs were amazing. The rabbits and the cat loved to play together. Now, sadly, we have no pets but we do have a friendly cat that visits us every day for a treat. We named him Bogart. No clue where he lives or what his real name is. We look forward to his visits. Enjoy your Sunday afternoon. Hugs, Elaine
Love bunnies! How wonderful that you adopted them.
We’re the same, no pets now, after having dogs for years. We’d still like to get another dog but are holding off until we feel more financially secure. Thankfully, we have a menagerie of wild animals just outside our door. So glad you have visits from Bogart.
Stay safe, Elaine.
Your pottery collection is just exquisite. You display it all so perfectly.
Since we’re both still positive, no sons came to visit for Father’s Day. But the three of them, father and sons, have plans to explore the new brew pub downtown here really soon. So it was really quiet here on Covid Island today but a gorgeous day, nonetheless, in the 70’s again.
Take care,
Kay
Fingers crossed that you both test negative this week, Kay.
Stay safe.
Ah, your Henry; I remember the Days of Henry.
Have been enjoying your Roseville photos. I expect to unearth our collection one of these days; from my husband’s grandmother, carefully packed up for too many years now when they should be out so we can enjoy. Soon! (I’ll send you photos.)
Yeah, I made the mistake of going out to the cemetery on Sunday; was feeling the pull; just made me feel worse about missing my dad. I tried to tell myself to remember all the other happy Father’s Days when we had nice Sunday get-togethers in his honor. Said a little prayer in thanks for the gift of a wonderful father.
I’ve been laid up with a bad back; too much bending and lifting with our mega decluttering project of the house. Sitting now is the worst!
Scary; I just heard of another person in my circle who has Covid again! What the? There’s another booster out I haven’t gotten; I guess I better do that (I’ve been ignoring the messages from the pharmacy!). I’ve noticed more and more people wearing masks again, even when they’re outdoors and walking or otherwise exercising; of course that’s Southern Calif and I know other states have been more relaxed on that for a long time now and it’s not really required here anymore in a lot of places. I guess we’re never to be through with this although the health experts declared we were no longer in a public-health emergency. And I’ve read that more people are traveling this summer than ever, so it’s worrisome to think of what that could bring. I just want everybody and myself to stay well!
The couple I know who both currently have Covid (the second time around) had been traveling overseas; Spain. They never stop traveling, are globetrotters in their mid-70s, and were even in France the very minute Covid restrix were lifted while we were still in the mid part (? [I can’t remember the time periods now!]) of pandemic. Their last trip at Christmas to England was okay. This past Thanksgiving when my cousin got so sick with Covid, she picked up the virus in Athens. Other friends of mine came back from Canada with it although that’s now been many months ago. Since I never go anywhere, maybe I’m safe here in small-town America?!!
We’re happy staying here, Vicki.
xo
Oh, I well understand the sore back that comes with lots of bending and lifting. Baby yourself, Vicki. I seem to have a heating pad going much of the time.
Yes, I’m hearing just a wee bit about Covid, and Kay, once of my readers, has it now. Her husband had been traveling overseas and got infected there.
My parents and brother were cremated. There is no place to visit them, but I certainly visit them in my heart.
Stay safe, Vicki.
Well, Claudia; sometimes I think that’s better; they’re living in our hearts and brains; if cremated and not buried at a cemetery, they’re part of the earth and sky, not a hole in the ground or in a cupboard/crypt (but everybody needs to do what feels right for themselves and their families; it’s a very individual, private choice). My brother was cremated and I’m the one who, with my own two hands, scattered his ashes from the air and over an inaccessible canyon, back in the wild country he loved; so, since I know where it is in the distant, majestic mountains; when I go to the cemetery, all I have to do is look up and he’s out there, in the mountain meadows and streams with the wildlife/wild creatures he respected and loved. He’s free where he is, and I know he’s happy. I don’t need to see his name on a gravemarker.
For some reason, I’ve never been one to go to the cemetery. I think I went to the cemetery where my dad’s parents were buried once. Same with my maternal grandparents. Of course, I’ve lived far away from Michigan for what will be 40 years this fall. So I don’t have the proximity that you have. Your cemetery is right there in your hometown. And it gives you comfort to visit your parents and other loved ones. I understand.
xoxo