Too cute. My Gwen would be so pleased and proud to carry one your purses!
party dress with smocked hearts. My Claire loves pink and hearts. This dress was made for her!! She is my 3rd girl, so she has not had many new dresses. She would look precious in this.
I am very thankful as I sit on the computer in our kitchen. My 17 year old boy has decided to bake a cake with my 5 year old littlest girl. She rides on his shoulder when they get things from the pantry. Life is by no means always this sweet but I love it when it is!
Lucky for me tin can treats is available for weddings, parties and events. Melodie at tin can treats knows how to do a vintage party better than anyone.
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This photo of our home was taken by Bjorn Wallander for Country Living.
The Place I Call Home
by Charlotte Hughes
The house on Estes street hides behind the unruly bushes. The broad black drive slides up to the large garage that still has a strobe light that goes off when the doors slam. Up the stairs past the wall of letters you reach the small yellow room that connects the two parts of the house. It is not in the middle of the house, that’s the front hall, but it is too pretentious so we come in the back. The front hall is for running through when you realize you’ve forgotten something. It is for rolling up the rug and sliding across in your socks. It is for walking past the living room, the one no one really lives in until Christmastime. Past the front hall is my favorite hall, the hall with the magic window and tall shelves full of old leather books from centuries past. It leads to the bedrooms, all but one and a half of them. Each bedroom is different. My parents’ bedroom is cream with a massive wooden bed that is always warm and soft, no matter what. My sisters’ room is pink, crammed full of blue sleigh beds and scattered with clothes. Sophie’s room is snowy white and immaculate: the sharp edges softened with fluffy comforters and small sheepskin rugs. Underneath the house there are more rooms and more hallways. There is a soft cream room with a house and a secret garden to play in, and a hard grey room with washing machines and a projector. It is where we watch car chases and bank heists and love stories and battles. Hidden in the corner of this room, behind old garage doors is a bed. It is a half room, just a bed and a closet. This is where my brother stays when he is home from school. On the other side of the house, on the other side of the yellow room is the kitchen. It is a big room, it has to be. It is where we spend our time: where we bake cookies for school and make bread for lunches, where we eat spaghetti and hamburgers and sit and read by the fire. We eat around its round wooden table and curl up in its massive white couch: a couch where there is no uncomfortable way to sit. Right off of that room, the room we truly live in, is my room. My room is a deep blue sea, changing colors with the light, anchored by the rust red couch and soft white island where I sleep. It is an unfinished room for sure, but no room is ever truly finished. The empty expanses of wall are places to plan and dream and think about, places that are not truly empty, just waiting. It is where I go to escape the loud noises of my younger siblings and think for myself. It is where I go to escape in dreams so realistic I wonder if they actually happened. In my room I can be my own person and think my own thoughts. But it is only one room in many. The hallways sprawl to other rooms with pianos and coloring tables and shell cabinets and guitars. Rooms that I do not visit except on occasion, rooms that are pushed from my mind because even it cannot keep up with the daily changing attitude of my house.
The home, Templeton, that also belonged to her mother C.Z. Guest.
I am not too old for hand-me-downs.
I totally understand if she doesn't want to give me the whole house.
I would be happy with some of the lettuce leaf porcelain.
All of the photos are from Habitually Chic. All or most were taken by Douglas Friedman for Harper's Bazaar.
And these would be perfect stocking suffers for all of my children and many grandchildren that will be staying with us on the lake.
OK back to reality...lots to do.
I need your input!
It is possible that her mom Sara had something to do with it. Sara is the creative behind Sara's Party Perfect and Hick's Paper Goods.
How perfect are these goodies from Tin Can Treats?
I love the sweet bird vase.
The first of many perfect parties for this cute little girl.
I am in love.
I am way to old to wear them in my hair but not too old to put one on a vintage clutch or something.
Do you like how they dress up my little girl's shoes from Target?
How about you...do you love wool felt as much as I do? These are going in my girl's Christmas stockings for sure.
We got to spend time with the owner Stephanie Bolton and enjoy her fun store.
They have loads of vintage cowboy boots. These look just like my favorite pair that I have had for 25 years.
These are pretty awesome too.
We love the vintage southern Americana vibe.
Can you find your name?
I love the vintage globe collection.
They even have a happy hour on Thursdays.