Some of my newest wrinkles, above. Herb Garden Savon wrapped in organic paper, pinnie aprons assembled and artisan made from hand picked textiles. The voluminous chunky hot pads, (that's what my grandmother called them.) Some folks refer to the handy kitchen accessory as pot holders. I'm going to stick to the name my grandmother Lola called them simply because I think of her every time I say it. You may recall me chatting about my grandmother. She was a restaurateur after the depression.
It was before my time, I'm afraid. However my uncle shot some wonderful images that detail the period. That's my grandmother standing behind the counter. My dad sitting, his faithful companion requesting a treat. My grandfather, whom I never met sitting in the chair. He passed before I was born. Treasured pictures that remind me of where I come from. The picture represents determination, hard work and passion, at least that's what I see.
Back to the new hand made goods goings on...
Lavender sachets made from stash linen tid-bits and wrapped with a piece of my favorite vintage wallpaper. Two sprigs of lavender. A trio of paper mache covered boxes. Shabby pillows all dressed in cream and white, vintage embroidery trims and lace.
Welcome to your new home vessels. They're filled with soap, linen spray, sachets, etc. I tried to fit a lavender laundry soap in them, but the container was too big! Thinking a wide mouth jar is in order. Aren't prototypes grand?
My summer white phlox is blooming! My friend Gayle gave me a starter before she passed. Everytime I pick the clusters of white I think of her. They smell divine. A soft floral scent. I recently learned that they need to be dug up and separated. They're considered a vintage flower.
It's been life in the fast lane since I opened the shop. However, there is a lane restricted to slow laid back drivers. That's the one I'm taking. In my dreams... Creating makes me happy no matter what speed I choose.
Enjoy caring and sharing days.
Warmly,
Jill 00
