The feeling that I have when I think about a vintage tray my mother gave to me or my grandmother's teacups that I love so very dearly is very indescribable ..
Even now when I come across a vintage mirror or a ceramic biscuit jar I wonder, how can something so beautiful still be here for me to love.
I dream, think, imagine, (try) to draw, I go, and search, create vignittes, and even pin about my love for vintage all day long.. I have an insatiable addiction to vintage mirrors, wire baskets, primitive furniture, vintage tea cups, and at the moment all things mustard yellow. I hope with my blog I can share some of my thoughts and spread the love...
