Avon's Cape Cod Makes Me See Red

And I'm saying that in a good way, of course.  Is there anyone in the universe who doesn't love ruby red glass?  Much of the ruby glass out there is waaaaay expensive but I've been able to find quite a bit of Avon's Cape Cod in the thrifts.  I started out with a bowl but have now amassed enough to display them in the kitchen window.  When the sun hits those babies--WOWZA!  Unfortunately, I'm not enough of a photographer to get that shot, but even without the sun blazing down it's still a lovely collection.

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

was marked at $20 at the flea market and the seller said she was ONLY selling stuff cheap (huh?) because she had a booth at an antique mall and she needed to get rid of some stuff (where HAVE I heard that one before?) sooooooo--she "allowed" me to buy it for $17.  I hate it when I encounter antique mall people divesting themselves of some of their "lesser" goods by slumming at the flea market, which is why I usually just go to the temporary vendors who are probably selling stolen goods to support their crack habit. 

Anyway, I still think I got a good deal on the basket. 

 Mom used to say, "Screw that Madam Lazanga!" when she'd had it UP TO HERE with the snooty Alabama society ladies she did battle with at Dad's company cocktail parties.  Of course, to their face she'd be all smiley and ooey-gooey sweet.  She just let the expletives fly once she got home.  Mom was from Wisconsin but she could out-bitch ANY frickin' Southern belle!  High 'n mighty slumming antique mall bee-atches?  Lemme at 'em!!!

Babs just took HER Mom to Las Vegas.  God bless you, Babs.