I looked outside my window this morning and noticed that an angel had paid us a visit. Looks like someone is enjoying our late snow fall. Hope your Saturday was full of lovely surprises as well.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Antiques Are Like Real Estate
No, really. They are. What's the most important factor in setting the price for real estate? Location! Location! Location! The same is true for antiques. Which is really crazy when you think about it, because you can move them where ever you want. I'm not talking about where you keep it, though. I'm talking about where you buy it. The nicer the place and more foot traffic it gets, the higher your price. I was looking through my Pottery Barn catalog the other day ( I LOVE Pottery Barn. I would live in their pages if it were only possible. I like to think that Pottery Barn and I would be friends if I had a lot more money and perhaps a tad more style. We'd go out for cappucino together and I would call her PB, because we'd do cute things like that.) and came across a few things that were very familiar. Maybe I have more style than I thought. There on the fabulous pages of PB were some of the treasures that I've collected since we moved to Belgium. My jars, my trogs... heck, they even had my irons! But something wasn't quite the same. Ahhhhh. Location. All my treasures together didn't cost what one of those glorious Pottery Barn trogs (bread bowls?) did. And that makes my lovely finds just that much more special. Besides, now I can tell the hubby that they are investments. Just the sound of that word makes him smile. See? Now we're all happy.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Groundhog Day
Monday, January 30, 2012
Snow!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
The House Fairy is On Strike...
Or maybe she's just on vacation. Either way, the house is a mess. When I first moved here, I was inspired by the locals and how energetic they were. The second it stopped raining, they were all outside with their buckets and rags, cleaning the spots off their windows. Or stooped over, painstakingly pulling the tiny weeds from the gravel easement in front of their houses. At this very moment, the neighbors are probably peeking at my windows and shaking their heads in disgust. Lazy American. I'm sorry. Truly I am. I have the best of intentions. For instance, a couple of days ago... I ran out of mazout. That's the heating oil that not only warms our house, but also our water. To run out is a crime. An embarrassment. An outrage. But it happened. Blame the lazy house fairy. The mazout people were kind enough to do a same day delivery for me, but they couldn't give me an exact time. I'm fine with that, because beggars can't be choosers. Besides, it was the perfect excuse to clean the house. I can't leave, so why not do something productive with my day. After getting ready, I decided to just check my messages before I got started. I read and answered email. No problem. Then I figured I'd just check my messages on FaceBook. Here's where things started to slide down hill. There is a reason my hubby refers to FaceBook as the devil. I FaceBooked... which led into Pinteresting... which carried on to Googling. Next thing you know, the entire day is gone and the Mazout guy is pulling up in front of the house for my delivery. And my house is still messy. Maybe the House Fairy and I need to have a little chat. Something about getting her priorities in order perhaps. I'll get to it in a minute. FaceBook just whispered something to me. It was something about going over to the Dark Side. I hear they have cookies.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Pottery Class
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Antwerp For Lunch
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