Funky Junk Vignette

The weather is frightening down here in Louisiana so school was cancelled again today.... No soft white lovely snowflakes anywhere, just nasty, icy conditions.  So it was the perfect opportunity to accept the Miss Mustard Seed/Funky Junk challenge.....



While my taste doesn't run quite as rustic as Ms. Funky Junk's does, I do love old, battered vintage items.  They make me wonder about what life was like for their previous owners.  When my great aunt passed away, there were quite a few old items that I scooped up much to the amusement of my siblings.  One of them said, "Don't bother to call the Salvation Army to come and get the last of the stuff, just call TERRI!"  :)

Here's the little vignette I put together with some of that stuff.....  The old watering can is too rusty to hold water but I love the way it looks in its usual spot above my kitchen cabinets with some greenery and grouped with other vintage items.  My librarian gave me a bagful of old rulers that the students used to hold the place when they pulled a book off the shelf. 

The child's chair came from an estate sale.  It's very sturdy and my grandgirls both love to sit in it and draw pictures of kitty cats for me.  Sure wish there had been two of them.... 

Make that chairs, not kitty cats.....  The starched tablerunner and ball of twine add a bit of texture and interest.  The cheese box came from an antique shop.  It usually resides in my kitchen window near my sink filled with an embroidered fleur de lis hand towel and pink depression glass.

Do you see that sweet black and white photo?  That's my dear mom and my two older sisters on an Easter Sunday many years ago.  I love that photo.....  My mom looks so young and beautiful in it.  She's still beautiful but not so young any more, she turned 89 last September.  Aren't those pine cones the biggest ones you've ever seen?  The two rusty flour sifters came from garage sales.....  Do any of you sift your flour any more?  Not this girl..... 

Here's an up close look....

I've had that cobbler's shoe form for at least 30 years.....  It came from an antique shop in a nearby town.  The buttons were in the drawer of my grandmother's sewing machine when it was given to me.  I always enjoyed sewing and made most of my clothes when I was in high school and she left her machine to me in her will....  She was a frugal lady who never forgot the hard life during the depression.  And most of those old buttons still have the thread on them.  I guess when clothing wore out, she cut the buttons off and saved them for future use.... 

Thanks for visiting and be sure to check out my Miss Mustard Seed vignette!