The Last of It

We went down to Lacey today to gather sentimentals from my grandparents’ place. Among the scores, three more Kingston Trio albums. Need to get that needle replaced on our record player! The temptation to get a USB record player is also rather immense. Neither here nor there though.

The little girls stashed all kinds of things away, my little magpies. Some how I ended up with extra sugar & creamer sets & tatted lace & vases & little glass & porcelain birds & (on & on & on). M1 scored a red wool crusher hat, M2 got an *adorable* purple hat & I got a big ol’ school farm hat (bonus: inscribed with the great-uncle my mom is named after). I’ll have to take pictures of them all. They’re pretty sweet hats. We also got one of the old irons you heat up on the cast iron stove, a cylinder stove to go with it (!), a milk bucket, a washboard & various & sundry other things. Oh! And a little fish tank (half gallon?) with a mermaid holder that’s also very sweet. Too small for any fish, but my grandparents used to collect seashells & I’m betting I can totally get a couple cups of little seashells for it.

It was odd picking through things. My mom was sure I’d take the tea cups, but the fact of the matter is, I have *so* many tea cups at this point that I just can’t take in any more orphans. Not until I have a place to put what I’ve got & figure out how many I have — I’ve lost track, I have so many. I think I only have 9 in the house right now — possibly up to 15, I have more…

So I escaped so far with no new tea cups… for now…