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A reminiscent post from 2015....yikes time Flies...My mom was the reason I have the 'addiction' we all share, 

JUNKING.

 In my mom's case, I should say, JUNQUE'ing.

 I was an only child and willingly trained and schooled in the appreciation of fine antiques, art, and family heirlooms. I was not prepared at all for my motherhood of two rambunctious boys, and neither was their grandmother. I know gentlemen out there with supreme taste and a collector's eye, but to my boys--Grandmother's Museum (house) was just full of interesting, basically amusing stuff, to rummage through, drive hot-wheels and set battle scenes with her prized possessions as back-drops. 

Now, we're living with some of Great-Great-Grandmothers' things, and Great-Grandmothers' collections, and even a few Great Aunties' goodies thrown in. 

 I'm the Grandmother now, so it's up to me to not let my house be a Museum, but to use and appreciate those things closest to our hearts.

The Great Grandmothers' Dresser

This small oak, antique dresser, now in our bedroom has always held vignettes of family items. 

The lamp was my grandmother's with a new shade. The standing mirror is not a reproduction but an original beveled mirror my Mom had since the 1960s. 

This lovely, once silver-plated but polished bare brass now, cut glass jar, has a powder puff holder in the lid. Mom had this on her dresser as long as I can remember filled with bobby pins, treasures, buttons, keys, jewelry.  I'm not sure if it was inherited or not.

This lovely enameled glass jar, plate and (metal lid not shown), was my great-grandmother's. She had a thing for pansies and violets. Today it holds potpourri with 'special memory' roses added.

Here is my grandmother in a silver frame and a bone dish she had at her bedside at the summer cottage. A hanky of hers, gold-threaded and embellished with tiny white embroidery sits folded on the glass dresser tray.  

A porcelain, Rebild, Denmark souvenir vase from the early 1900's from her family stands in the back.

This is One of my prized possessions.

The lovely, enameled/brass dresser set was a gift from my father to his girl, Mom, way back when they were first dating 1939... It was the Depression, and he said, "I unloaded an entire train car of cabbages in the dark before school to pay for the dresser set for your mother." 

The ribbon that tied the gift card is still attached from 1939.

The Hardanger embroidered cloth is from one of my great aunts in Denmark. I change the linens, photos, and add other things as the seasons change.

NEW Versus OLD

When our  grand-daughter was first walking, she would peer up at the shiny items, smile, gurgle and reach. Instead of scolding--I lifted her up to look at herself in the mirror, and I pointed to the pictures, saying who the smiling faces were, and which items belonged to them.

When she turned two and was doing more than reaching, we put a stool by the dresser. I made some adjustments to the content of the items and also included some of her own special treasures, so she can do her 'toilette' much like four generations of daughters may have done before her. 

She is careful with 'great grandmother's' things, and treats everything so special, and plays now with her small dollar store blue satin purse that matches the dresser pieces.

My mom's blue dresser tray has been placed behind the lamp, safe from getting banged.  

The blue covered dish is put away and replaced with a leather box of my grandfather's holding barrettes and great-grandma's sparkly hair combs. The cut glass jar is safe on a bookcase and replaced by a resin fairy vase. The fairy's hands hold play jewelry instead of a fragile glass vase.

The pictures change, but my granddaughter knows each face. The antique mirror holds a tiara, headbands, ribbons, and necklaces. 

The oval beveled mirror is perfect for tipping towards a two-year old.

As she grows older and learns more about each OLD heirloom, which may be hers someday…I hope she remembers Grandma and Grandpa's house, not as a museum but as a fun home with beautiful things to be used and appreciated each day. Having some of the the heirlooms absent for a few years is worth all of her smiles in the antique mirrors.

My granddaughter making herself beautiful at 

Great Grandmothers' Dresser

(my favorite photo of all time)

She's 12 now...time flies!

*My son's home, Note the fish on the wall was caught by her great-grandfather, she is named after. The table and chairs are my mom's 1945 red maple set that my 

D-in-Love painted a modern black and they use it everyday...!

I still use all the items in the photos, and today I'm moving that little dresser back into the bedroom for the holiday season and it will have my live Ivy Tree on it...

in the next post! 

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NEW CoffeePot Tweak

The 'DEAL' CoffeePot

One of the charming characteristics of my husband, since retirement, is to buy new sometimes useless doo-dads for the kitchen. Saying our kitchen needs a makeover is an understatement. We have been in this house since 1984 and we did the kitchen in 1987. The cupboards are original to the house from 1974 and have disintegrated in all ways: the finish, the drawers, the doors, and the layout are 

sad, Sad, SAD!. 

But, hubby got a deal. A full size, restaurant Bunn coffee maker for half-price. 

I found it, still in the box, in the bottom of his closet. 

I couldn't hang his shirts, it was taking so much room. I dragged it out into the sad kitchen. 

Whoops, minor problem, the Bunn didn't fit under any of the cupboards where the old coffeepot was, and ITS UGLY!

Where should it go? The cookbook shelves…hmmm?

I need to reduce the cookbooks---then, let's buy a new table,
 (cost more than a full price coffeepot), just for a place to put the cookbooks. 
Confession, the table was in the  master plan for the kitchen remodel, but still. 

Cookbooks Demise Where do all the cookbooks go?  Long time passing.

My collection of my mom's and my grandmother's and all their notes and my great-grandmother's on two sides in Danish, have to be gone through. Plus all the books my mom bought me, and those I have purchased since 1968. On the table was the excess. I have stashed one stack to sort through, while I incorporated another stack into the new cupboard, the rest go to GoodWill.

The 'Deal coffeepot' now occupies the cook book space. 

Also had to move all the paraphernalia for setting up the coffee station. 

Teas on top, coffees in the middle, 

filters in the enamel kettle, sugar, creamer, spooner, etc on the counter.

Gosh, it makes good coffee, but it is a big, black, ugly thing.

  

Maybe I can print a vintage label on magnet pages to decorate that thing,

…yea that's the ticket.

Vintage dishtowel 8'oclock Coffee 

Cute vintage towel from the 50's for an 8 o'clock coffee service covers the chopper blades case.

 I'm terrified to try and store the blades any other way, they are so sharp. 

Perhaps a vintage sticker on that black box, also.

Come on over and share a cup--the pot literally is always on

The New table with a fraction of my cookbooks installed

An empty shelf from the coffee stuff

Decisions, I moved the pantry staples in canning jars to the old coffee shelf on the bottom.

The middle shelf holds herbs and spices.

Most of these canning jars are from Wisconsin.

But where did those jars come from?

From, across the kitchen on the cooking side, leaving another big hole.
 The corner cupboard is a dead space, not a cupboard. 

I desperately need more cupboard space, for the big bowls and appliances. 

 In an attempt to clear the counter, I moved the blue jars, 

but I still had the items from where the Bunn machine moved to.

Golly, will it ever end?

Fruit basket or Blue Jar Upset!

All because hubby got a deal on a Bunn coffee machine.

It does make great coffee. 

And when the kitchen is remodeled we can design a cabinet for the cups and mugs.

 Oh yea, the cups are still eight feet away, but, you can't have everything. 

The cupboard above is too high to put mugs and cups, and below is the dishwasher.

 The one to the right is too skinny, we have those big red mugs.

Wonder what I'll have to move next? 

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NEW versus OLD!

Somethings: A Two year-old and Antiques, or New Vs. Old.

A reminiscent post from 2015....yikes time Flies...My mom was the reason I have the 'addiction' we all share, 

JUNKING.

 In my mom's case, I should say, JUNQUE'ing.

 I was an only child and willingly trained and schooled in the appreciation of fine antiques, art, and family heirlooms. I was not prepared at all for my motherhood of two rambunctious boys, and neither was their grandmother. I know gentlemen out there with supreme taste and a collector's eye, but to my boys--Grandmother's Museum (house) was just full of interesting, basically amusing stuff, to rummage through, drive hot-wheels and set battle scenes with her prized possessions as back-drops. 

Now, we're living with some of Great-Great-Grandmothers' things, and Great-Grandmothers' collections, and even a few Great Aunties' goodies thrown in. 

 I'm the Grandmother now, so it's up to me to not let my house be a Museum, but to use and appreciate those things closest to our hearts.

The Great Grandmothers' Dresser

This small oak, antique dresser, now in our bedroom has always held vignettes of family items. 

The lamp was my grandmother's with a new shade. The standing mirror is not a reproduction but an original beveled mirror my Mom had since the 1960s. 

This lovely, once silver-plated but polished bare brass now, cut glass jar, has a powder puff holder in the lid. Mom had this on her dresser as long as I can remember filled with bobby pins, treasures, buttons, keys, jewelry.  I'm not sure if it was inherited or not.

This lovely enameled glass jar, plate and (metal lid not shown), was my great-grandmother's. She had a thing for pansies and violets. Today it holds potpourri with 'special memory' roses added.

Here is my grandmother in a silver frame and a bone dish she had at her bedside at the summer cottage. A hanky of hers, gold-threaded and embellished with tiny white embroidery sits folded on the glass dresser tray.  

A porcelain, Rebild, Denmark souvenir vase from the early 1900's from her family stands in the back.

This is One of my prized possessions.

The lovely, enameled/brass dresser set was a gift from my father to his girl, Mom, way back when they were first dating 1939... It was the Depression, and he said, "I unloaded an entire train car of cabbages in the dark before school to pay for the dresser set for your mother." 

The ribbon that tied the gift card is still attached from 1939.

The Hardanger embroidered cloth is from one of my great aunts in Denmark. I change the linens, photos, and add other things as the seasons change.

NEW Versus OLD

When our  grand-daughter was first walking, she would peer up at the shiny items, smile, gurgle and reach. Instead of scolding--I lifted her up to look at herself in the mirror, and I pointed to the pictures, saying who the smiling faces were, and which items belonged to them.

When she turned two and was doing more than reaching, we put a stool by the dresser. I made some adjustments to the content of the items and also included some of her own special treasures, so she can do her 'toilette' much like four generations of daughters may have done before her. 

She is careful with 'great grandmother's' things, and treats everything so special, and plays now with her small dollar store blue satin purse that matches the dresser pieces.

My mom's blue dresser tray has been placed behind the lamp, safe from getting banged.  

The blue covered dish is put away and replaced with a leather box of my grandfather's holding barrettes and great-grandma's sparkly hair combs. The cut glass jar is safe on a bookcase and replaced by a resin fairy vase. The fairy's hands hold play jewelry instead of a fragile glass vase.

The pictures change, but my granddaughter knows each face. The antique mirror holds a tiara, headbands, ribbons, and necklaces. 

The oval beveled mirror is perfect for tipping towards a two-year old.

As she grows older and learns more about each OLD heirloom, which may be hers someday…I hope she remembers Grandma and Grandpa's house, not as a museum but as a fun home with beautiful things to be used and appreciated each day. Having some of the the heirlooms absent for a few years is worth all of her smiles in the antique mirrors.

My granddaughter making herself beautiful at 

Great Grandmothers' Dresser

(my favorite photo of all time)

She's 12 now...time flies!

*Note the fish on the wall was caught by her great-grandfather, she is named after.

The table and chairs is my mom's 1945 red maple set that my D-in-Love painted a modern black and they use it everyday...!

I still use all the items in the photos, and today I'm moving that little dresser back into the bedroom for the holiday season and it will have my live Ivy Tree on it...

in the next post! 

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