Our colonial ancestors sometimes ate pie for breakfast. I am all in favor of tradition, and if all goes well, I will be eating pie for breakfast in Bouckville Wednesday morning. After that, I'll walk off the calories (well, some of them) by hiking around the grounds and looking for more treasures. Meanwhile, here are some Christmas finds from the last few days. The cardboard streetlight (I plugged it in, just for you) will probably require a redesign of the Putz village. The paper mache snowman will join the rest of the snowman collection. The rest, lovely as it is, will probably find forever homes elsewhere.New old stock icicles that came from a Baltimore department store, I am missing you already. The linen underneath is a table runner.
That's not to say there weren't some Christmas tablecloths to be found.
This one looked familiar. Much as I hate parting with a good Christmas tablecloth, I probably don't need duplicates.
More new old stock (from a different dealer) - gorgeous old Christmas cards, printed in Germany. Bunches of 'em.
Much as I love mid-century, I look at the embossing on these and think I should be collecting from a few decades earlier. They are spectacular.
Another box of ornaments may have been procured.
OK, several may have been procured. But it's not like I'm keeping all of them.
Just some of them.