turquoise this and turquoise that
My most recent thrift finds make me want to host a brunch! My favorite meal. I can just taste the coffee in this percolator – okay, I'm a bit of a snob so I'd actually use it as a carafe, after brewing in my trusty Krups – and see the scones piled on that square turquoise platter. Raspberry ginger scones. (Does anyone have a good scone recipe that I could adapt in an attempt to reproduce these? I've never made them myself, just remember them dreamily from my favorite bakery in Cambridge, MA, which I hear has now closed, ending access to those scones forever unless I figure something out.)
I'm really warming to this brunch idea. Ooooh, I could use my other turquoise dishes, too!
I realize my little raku vase is not a dish, but a brunch table needs a flower or two. And see those glasses in the handy-dandy caddy? It's not a brunch without bloody Marys. Though bloody Marys and scones... I don't know... I may have to rethink this menu. Savory scones, maybe. Anyway, the glasses were a wedding present. Don't the best wedding presents come from thrift stores? So you can't register, but the surprise is half the fun.
I'm so fond of this color, I painted a whole room with it. It came out a little brighter than I intended. It's like being inside a Tiffany box – are those also turquoise on the inside? I wouldn't know – so we call it the Tiffany room.
This ceramic pot is a handpainted Czech piece from the 1930s or maybe the 40s marked "Ditmar Urbach." It was my grandmother's, but I don't know how or where she got it. My mom just gave it to me. I adore it.
And now, I am going to be quiet for a few days. All is quiet on the western Pennsylvania front. Unplugged, even. We are going camping with friends in a cabin in the woods. What else would you do in the middle of January? The weather forecast says rainy and cold, so I can tell you this: we're packing heavy.