As you can see, I changed my collection of brown transferware by throwing in some blue. :
With September arriving, I plan to use my Friendly Village teapot so I needed to do a little tweaking. I was quite pleasantly surprised by the result, that shade of blue fits in nicely.
I love this plate, it has a scene from a Revolutionary War period building (umm... my apologies to friends from the Mother Country for bringing up that little altercation). ;)
I only have the one plate to use as a display, unlike my brown transferware collection which I actually use for setting a table.
Now... back to showing you the rest of My Room:
I decided to move my Goudge and a few Stevenson books to the living room shelves... which required a great deal of moving around books on other shelves but it all worked out.
I know you are not supposed to stack teacups three high but I do love the look!
These two little teapots mean a lot to me. The dark blue teapot was purchased one autumn when the family was at the Feast of the Hunter's Moon. I bought it from a blanket trader.
My sister, Bonnie, gave me the little house teapot. She said it once belonged to our mother even though she has had it for years. I vaguely remembered it on Mom's shelves but I love it just as much because it was given to me by my sister.
I moved the little wire cart back from where I had put it in the garage. I decided I needed it more in My Room to hold projects I was working on than in the garage holding cans of tomatoes. There is no way I'd open the closet, it is so stuffed with Christopher's things.
That picture makes me happy, as I've written before... I loved it because I could just imagine Mother or Grandmother having her own little corner of the house waiting for the hours when all the housework has been finished and she could read, or do needlework, or just have a cup of a delicious hot beverage and ponder.
My room doesn't show it but it is packed with fabric and craft supplies (in the dresser drawers); and scrapbook, stationary, and other office supplies (in the little Asian cabinet and the cabinet with the vintage sewing machine on it).
In a perfect world... and hopefully someday in this imperfect of worlds... my fabric would again be on shelves where I can see it. But I'm fine with just having everything in one room.
My brain doesn't function in clutter... although my husband thinks my English Country way of filling my walls is clutter, hehehe!