Hey, ya'll... On Sunday, I shared a shelf in the Old House kitchen. Well, here's the other one I promised to show you. The Old House doesn't have kitchen cabinets so, as you can see, improvision is necessary. When I left in 1992, the kitchen was hot pink and blue. What can I say, I was a product of the 80s. Then when my mom lived there, she painted it RED and white.
The green glasses belonged to Aunt Necel and my "pile-o-platters" just thrills me to the core.
I love drinking milk out of the Fostoria (far left). The blue glasses were in a window at Grandmother's house in Houston (not to be used for drinking). The floral juice glasses were Aunt Necel's and the metal tumblers were in a picnic basket that we used to play with when we were kids.
That hurricane glass you see is from a honky tonk where I drank and danced myself silly in the 80s. "The Palace" is now a church and I am, for the most part, a tea-totaler... but I still love to dance. Some things will never change.
This is one of my favorite vignettes... like, ever...
Look at those walls. Aren't they charming? They don't make 'em like that any more.
A beautiful, old rocking chair...
So, as you can see, my little sister has been verah busy with her camera lately. I will share more Old House photos with you next week.
Linking to Rednesday at A Very Cherry World and Show and Tell at My Romantic Home