The ruffle rim hobnail bowl isn't Avon but everything else is. We didn't extend the white fence any further since we have really great neighbors and like to be able to chat over the fence occasionally. Plus, my dogs love to "fake attack" their dog through the chain link. There's nothing like seeing a Chihuahua acting all big and bad to an overweight black Lab. I can almost hear Holly:
"Hey, you fat peesa Labbadore ree-TREEE-ver. You wanna peesa me, huh? Eef thees fance weren't here I'd tear you a new won, you betcha!"
Of course, having 65 pound Boogie next to her snarling away MAY have something to do with her ill-advised bravado . . .
This bowl just screams ART DECO. Not sure what to do with it but I think some plastic grapes would purty it up.
Coffee, anyone? I recall that one of you boy bloggers has a tray that goes with the pot on the left. I think I'll just leave the price tags on. That's SO Minnie Pearl.
I love the 70's orange and browns on this metal tray.
And just because every once in awhile I buy something just because it's pretty and I want it and maybe it's not the deal of the century but it's PRETTY and I WANT IT . . . This gorgeous Hull basket
Babs just took HER Mom to Las Vegas. God bless you, Babs.