Sunday, November 11 2018 / Published in Uncategorized
On a recent glamping trip, I was sitting around the campfire enjoying time with my girlfriends and watching “the boys” play Corn Hole at twilight. I happily realize, “Yes, fall is finally here”. Not because a cool breeze is tickling my neck and making the flames do a little dance, but because every last one
Saturday, October 27 2018 / Published in Antiques, Classics, Fall
Here’s your sign!  Everywhere I look lately, I see the signs and I know their message well! No, not those kind of signs…, the kind that really get my blood pumping this time of year! “FALL FESTIVAL”, “AUTUMN ARTS & CRAFTS FAIR”, “PUMPKIN FESTIVAL”, “OKTOBERFEST”’, and the list goes on and on. Every sign is
Saturday, October 20 2018 / Published in Fall, Halloween, Seasonal
SPECTACULARLY SPOOKY TABLE SETTINGS It was a dark and rainy night…as I walked down the dimly lit pathway that led to a large and intimidating front door. It was a thick and heavy door, with hammered, black iron hinges holding it to the door frame. An enormous skull was fasted high enough that I had
Sunday, October 07 2018 / Published in Halloween, Seasonal, Uncategorized
I saw a recipe the other day on how to make “Candy Corn Fudge”!  Like, I need another excuse to eat candy corn! I love seeing bags of candy corn on the candy aisles this time of year.  More so are the Halloween displays, which is doubly exciting!  Second only to Christmas, Halloween is the
Sunday, September 30 2018 / Published in Antiques, Halloween, Winter
I’m getting ready for my second favorite holiday of the year. I’ve been picking up sweet, vintage decorations for the house when I see them and I’m reading a book of ghost stories. WAIT! I must stop my madness and living a lie.  I need to bring my skeletons out of the closet. Come out
Tuesday, September 04 2018 / Published in Classics, Vintage
“Baby Shoes”… I have no memories of actually wearing them, but my mother has some old black and white photographs that proves I did.  I adore those wonderful old photos, the kind with white edges that appear to have been trimmed by a pair of pinking shears. I guess I was about a year old