yesterday we walked into our favorite antique shop. and there she was.
isn't she something?
it was as though she knew my name
and gently called me over
 ; )
i stood before her dreaming of all the letters that had been written from her
hmm...
look at those legs

she has a beautiful bottom base... for books maybe?

did i mention her beautiful legs?
how about those curves?

as i stood there falling in love. the shop owner spoke to me about her history.

the owner said he gathered a few beautiful pieces from an estate sale where most of the items were circa 1915-1921. she was marked 1915. but all that doesn't matter~ her tag read, library/mission desk. doesn't that read beautifully? : )

and before i knew it, hubby was whispering little things in my ear...
writing letters
writing that cookbook
editing photos
listening to music
"a gift from me to you"
poetry

and so she came home with us
; )
even my mother couldn't help but smile at the sight of my new desk

she said it reminded her of a desk, where my, great aunt, used to write and read her bible.

i loved hearing that~

so, pink majolica, roses, found their way into my cart today.
oh i love them SO.

the news paper is still all over the house
my red beans are soaking for monday ; )


happy sunday, my friends!

ps: love to new orleans. hurricane katrina still leaves me tender. my faith leads me. 


one love~

"I thought her Creole gumbo was the finest in the world. Her cabbage
and rice was marvelous. As for red beans and rice, well, I don't have
to say anything about that. It is my birthmark."
~ Louis Armstrong
(on his mother's cooking)