Years ago before living in the Pacific NW was even an inkling of an idea, I collected vintage postcards with snowy mountains on them. That was my 'vintage thing' at that moment. I found this card when I was living in California and little did I know this postcard was a window into my future.
(a multi-paned, wavy glass, chippy paint vintage window but a window nonetheless)
In the past few years, I've lived in the towns on either side of the bridge shown in that picture. Across the street and a few doors down from my house is the exact spot shown on this postcard. Postmarked 1932, Vancouver WA. I moved away from Vancouver this past Spring.
If I'd known this is the way things work, I would have started collecting vintage postcards depicting chateaus in France or winning lotto numbers.
That's my big blackboard I made using a vintage frame and chalkboard paint. I keep my long-term to-do list written there. Every once in a while I glance up to see if anything's been crossed off.
Nope, not yet.
The tiny green cup belonged to my dad. It's kind of banged up but I like it because it was his. It's perfect for a tiny cup of coffee.
Today's project in the doily factory.