For 2 1/2 years we have been searching high and low, up hill and down dale for a mid-century twin bed for our guest room. It seems every one we found was very Colonial or child like. All this time that aqua room has had an antique iron bed, schlepped from the farmhouse, which was totally WRONG.
Dear Hubby unearthed this aqua vinyl upholstered bed hidden behind a modern one at a local consignment shop. It was one of a pair. We got the entire bed for $25! The sparkly vinyl reminds me of dinette chairs.
Doesn’t that look so much better???
I have also gotten a little carried away with the Pyrex addiction. I did not even know I needed so much Pyrex until a few months ago. How does that happen?
Like every addiction, it starts out slowly and seemingly innocent. Then the next thing you know you are using your grocery money for your next fix.
The only Pyrex I remember growing up were mixing bowls of Moms. I know the big one was pink. When I met my husband, he had a small aqua Butterprint casserole, which had been his mother’s and was passed to him at some point. It has followed us all these years. I also know that Thanksgiving stuffing at their home is served in a large yellow Pyrex bowl.
When we purchased this Mid Century house, I started to become interested in dishes and bake ware from the same era, not the older Depression era ones I had been using in the farmhouse. A few garage sales later and I had a Desert Dawn pink square baker, an aqua pie plate and a Horizon blue oval baker. Hubby then gifted me with a 1961 holiday promotional piece called Golden Pine complete with stand.
I then discovered a few websites that identify the colors and patterns of Pyrex through the years. That is what pushed me over the edge. Here are a few pieces I have found:
As you can see it does not stop with Pyrex. I also love Glasbake and Fire King pieces!
I am now an official Pyrex hoarder and dealer. Yep, I am now selling it, along with anything else that catches my eye.
This is just one crazy surface in my office:
I guess it could be worse; at least it is not hazardous to my health. I do actually use it. Here is an apple cranberry cobbler, fresh from the oven. As you can see I was a little overzealous with the fruit:
And on a more sad note, last week we had to say goodbye to our faithful friend and companion Woody. He was our 14-year-old retriever, whom we had since he was a pup. Here he is hosting a sleepover for his friend Nash last summer:
I hope you are all enjoying the shorter (and a little cooler) days of late summer.