Inbetweenness

I'm surrounded by inbetweenness right now. I'm in-between sick and well, in-between a size 10 and 12, in-between winter and spring. January is my least favorite month. I never know what I want to do about decorating when I put the Christmas stuff away. In my heart I've moved on to spring. In reality we will have sub zero temps this weekend. I guess I'll stay inside and pretend I hear birds chirping and smell lilacs blooming.

Although this hutch is in need of a major update (& it will get one, but not til it's time to focus on the family room) this is one of my favorite spots to display & it's just right for my recent ironstone finds. I've just recently started collecting and I am certainly no snob about it, which I'm sure you realize since one of the soup tureens doesn't even have a lid. Don't care. I buy what my heart loves. Period. Well, that and what my pocketbook can pay for. I can't afford pedigree.