There's nothing better than an on-site auction at a nice old house. Like an estate sale, it offers a lifetime's worth of stuff. Unlike an estate sale, you get to name your own price. This can be a good thing or a bad thing. It's a great thing when you can move out of your usual comfort zone and snap up some bargains. Like this Weller planter.
This is the one thing I wanted, and it wasn't even the frame that I wanted, but what was inside it. I need a little blogland help here, though - this frame has three distinct layers and is several inches deep. Not my taste at all, but it is pretty, and I don't know if there's a particular name for this kind of style.
The arrangement under the tree is amazing - the dolls, and the teacup and saucer, and the books and die cuts ... every time I look at it, I see something different. Marjorie's family knew how to do Christmas.
The third thing I didn't expect to buy was a box of type. Most of the letters were huge (close to 6 inches) and had a beautiful wood patina. I put the terrifying portrait and some of the type in my new Etsy shop, Vintage NE. (It had what we call a soft opening a couple of weeks ago and is for the more rustic farm and camp stuff that I like but that kind of clashes with pretty vintage housewares.) Anyway, some of the letters were snapped up instantly, so I was glad I lugged (and I do mean lugged) the box home.