End tables, that is...Am I the only person in the world who changes the things on her end tables every other week? Is there a job where you get to create tablescapes all day? Because that would be my dream job.
There are two sofas, and thus four end tables in our library. Here is one, with a photo of my dad and his brothers. As I am a dish-a-holic, there are lots of little china bits on it. I also have a weakness for faux flowers, but that's probably a whole other post. I'd love to have fresh all year, but unfortunately I have not, as yet, won the lottery!
Another library end table. The alabaster bowl was my mom's, and the fossils were collected on one of my daughter's class trips. The woman in the photo is my great-grandmother, who came to America from Italy by way of Buenos Aires. Don't you just love the hat she's wearing?
This table is in my tiny den. I'm not sure what the little carved pitchers are made of; they look like ivory or maybe celluloid. I found them in a thrift store.
I think you've seen this before -- wow, I really need to dust! The rooster lamp is joined by some family photos, a soapstone carving, and a little box with a dog on top. The box belonged to my grandfather, and I remember playing with it as a child. You push down on the dog's tail to open the lid.
But come by next week, and there will probably be something completely different on these tables!