Not Your Grandmother's Tea Tray

I can't decide if I love this dessert tray from Supermarket or I hate it. I'd love to have it for parties, but when not in use it would have to be hidden in the back of the china cabinet so I didn't have to look at that kewpie head all day. 

In other news, I'm feeling a million times better today. I really needed the day off. I'm just getting too pregnant to be on my feet all day, and this sprained ankle has really thrown a monkey wrench into my life. I realize more and more over the years that there is a direct relationship between the amount of exercise I get and my tolerance for frustration. Spending the week with a bag of ice on my ankle has brought me down to a bad place. On that note, I'm off to get a massage and then to the pool to swim laps! Happy Friday. 

Dreams Really Do Come True

I would not want to imply that happiness is found in the aquisition of long- coveted objects. But sometimes getting what you want just makes for a great day.
Today I came home and found a shoebox on the dining room table with my husband's name on it. It also had a few postcards and a Pez dispenser tied to the top with ribbon. Because I am nosy, I opened this box.
Guess what was inside?

It's true. It's the bird planter that I have been admiring for the last few weeks in the window of an apartment downtown. Some of you may be familiar with my bird planter obsession. The bird planter belonged to this man-

He's the local guy who wears a Mr. Peanut suit when the mood strikes. 

He came into the restaurant where my husband works today, and Matthew told him that I was in love with his bird planter. This very kind man went home, wrapped up the bird planter, and gifted it to my husband. 

What an awesome guy. I can't even remember the last time a total stranger did something so nice for me. All my happy buttons have been pushed. It makes me want to go out and love on a perfect stranger myself. Kindness begets kindness.

Also in the theme of fulfilling obsessions is the stegosaurus gifted to me by Laurilee at our baby shower. 

I've been lusting after this dinosaur for weeks. It's supposed to be a gift for baby X, but I'm so infatuated with it I'm not sure I can let her have it. Maybe if she's a really GOOD baby. Maybe.

Happy Monday. 

On the Hunt

The hunt for the bird planter of my dreams continues. Matthew tells me he knows the owner of the bird planter I covet, and that he'll ask him if it's for sale. Bellinghamsters, this is apparently the same man who wanders the streets in the "Mr. Peanut" costume.
Anyway, in the meantime I haunt the antique mall like a ghost. No decent bird planters today, but a few worth noting (and photographing).

I bought the lamb planter. It was too creepily cute to pass up. 

What can you say about the "Asian person on a swing" planter? Weird.

What a gorgeous blender! It makes me want to whip up a few Margaritas and call it a day. 

Farmer's Market

Today seems like as good a day as any to start a blog. I was struck with serious blog envy last night after running across two amazing blogs created by my old friends Estelle and Megan. I'm also dealing with a burning desire to document my life during these last few months before my baby meets the world. All of a sudden the mundane events of my existence seem terribly IMPORTANT. This could either be the effect of hormones or the beginnings of mental illness.
Anyway, here's a synopsis of my Saturday.

Thank goodness the farmer's market is back and in full swing. The long, cold months of winter here in the pacific northwest are hard enough to bear without any fresh berries or local produce except for squash. 

It was just perfect today in the farmer's market depot- bustling but not too busy. As much as I want the vendors to make loads of money I get a little anxious when the place is swarming with tourists and mommies with giant strollers. It seems like the sunny days bring out throngs of people who don't necessarily want to shop for produce, but to lurk around causing traffic jams while they soak up the ambiance. 

I'm always grateful to be there, regardless. And there were some gems today. 

Lovely Libby of Moth and Squirrel has some new plush animals made from soft, thrifted sweaters. They make sweet baby gifts. 

The stegosaurus is my favorite. 

I'm not sure what this lady's name is but she can make a cute planter out of anything. 

Including her old purse. 

We had to hit up our favorite antique store that has been closed all month while the owner was in Eastern Washington. She reopened with some great stuff, like these spoon garden markers. 

And this awesome vintage colander. I seem to be developing a colander fetish since my friend Julea gave me a cherry red one for my birthday. I passed on this one because the enamel was chipped on the inside. If it keeps me up tonight I'll be back in the morning for it. 

I've also been nursing an obsession with vintage bird planters for  a few years now. Amazingly, I haven't bought one yet. I'm still on the hunt for the right one. The one I really can't get over is sitting in the windowsill of an apartment downtown. I'm coveting a stranger's bird planter and I can't move on. 

Here's what I came home with. A new (used) sewing box for my future baby afghan. 

Matthew scored this vintage gold frame that happened to fit an unframed print from our wedding. I don't think the picture even does it justice, it's hot stuff.
Happy Saturday!