There was a little girl
And she had a little curl.
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good.
And when she was bad
she was horrid.
Welcome friends. Thank you so much for stopping by. That is the start of a nursery rhyme my Mom taught me when I was young (a long, LONG time ago). Well, today I was bad, but not horrid. BFF Belinda and I went to an antique show. I attended the show maybe 7-8 years ago. It was a very good, high end primitive show. I heard it wasn't nearly as good as in the past, but I managed to find a few treasures I just couldn't live without . . . lol :)
I spotted this little guy walking in to the show and since he was still there when I was leaving, it was meant to be, right? I really know nothing about these door stops. It was sold to me as old and I believe it to be. He's sitting on a piece of an old quilt I also purchased at the show.
This little Steiff elephant was calling my name, so how could I say no?
Two little pillows made from old quilts ~ the red one is hand quilted ~ sitting on the most wonderful coverlet ~ my splurge of the day. It is in wonderful condition, most likely Civil War era.Unfortunately it may be just a little too small for the full size bed in my guest room. (It's way too short on the other side.)
All in all, a good day, topped off with a Five Guys burger for lunch. Life is good! Now if I'd just get a little hookin' done...
Pug hugs :)