I spent so much time making a pile of Christmas stuff at Saturday's estate sale that I didn't think there would be much else left in the house to interest me once I got to it. Actually, there was quite a lot more. In addition to this little clock, which keeps excellent time, I found some other whatnots.
I had never seen the McCoy icicle planter - ever, anywhere. It's huge, as ceramic planters go, and I already know exactly where it's going (on my dresser) and how I'm going to use it (for an amazing Christmas tableau, complete with a bottle brush tree, little ornaments and possibly a number of snowmen.) I think it's my favorite McCoy ever.
Among them were some smocked gingham aprons. The one on the right is unfinished. I'll figure out how to finish it. Someday. Smocked gingham reminds me of my great-grandmother, who was about my favorite person in the world.
I don't buy as many linens as I used to, but there were so many at this sale that the organizers were more than happy to have people make up their own box lots and name a price. So as long as I had a box lot of aprons going, I figured a guest towel couldn't hurt. Especially since it featured a parachuting kitty with the words 'Drop in any time.'
And since there was still a little room in my box, I added some handkerchiefs. There was pretty much every kind of handkerchief, from familiar florals and monogrammed hankies to bandanas and children's handkerchiefs, and holiday handkerchiefs, and delicate lace handkerchiefs.
Then I found a whole batch of tablecloths, so I started a second box lot. There was, naturally, a Christmas tablecloth, and a Christmas table runner. (I'm wondering if I am somehow related to the woman who lived in the house. We seem to share a lot of tendencies.) To this box lot I was able to add a nice stack of never-used kitchen towels.
The next photo is kind of special, because it represents a first for me. I don't know about you, but I find the category of collectibles featuring green olives particularly lacking. It's a shame, because I come from a long line of people who really, really love green olives. Members of my family eat them by the jar. The video of my brother's wedding ends with one of my cousins squealing with delight at the reception when she discovers a huge bowl of green olives. It's one of those things that could have been edited out but thankfully wasn't.
If that weren't enough, our family's cat was addicted to green olives. If my mother poured the juice from an empty olive jar down the drain (this happened pretty frequently in our house), we knew we would soon find the cat in the sink, sniffing for olives. If he slipped outside, all we had to do was take a jar of olives outside, and we could tempt him back. All of this is true.This is not the kind of thing people have any reason to make up.
At any rate, you can imagine my delight when I found not one but TWO olive-themed objects: one, a piece of Holt Howard Pixieware, and the other a tablecloth that features large wooden bowls of salad, iron trivets and olives.
Well, if all that Christmas stuff wasn't evidence enough, now I'm convinced: I have to be related somehow to the woman who lived in that house.