I went to an estate sale and hit the mother load.
Rachel Ashwell quilts, duvet covers, shams, throw pillows at astounding prices, I was in heaven.
Then I moved on to this cardboard box full of glass. I found an opalescent pink milk glass egg cup, very intricate, and a pair of matching candle sticks. I found goblets and little ornate juice glasses all in this same pale pink milk glass. I was grabbing them as quickly as I found them and almost crying with sheer joy.
Then I woke up, and I really did want to cry. All that beautiful, incredible milk glass was just a dream.
*sigh*
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Don't pinch me!
Posted by Jeanette at 6:15 AM
Labels: Vintage/Thrift
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5 comments:
Oh, sad. It was a dream! I hate it when I have those real dreams like that. I usually have them about my flowers though, iris in particular. :)
You are so mean! LOL I was getting all excited!
ooooh! Sad! I've decided recently that I hate dreams because of that.
You had my heart pitter-pattering!
Wow. That must have been one realistic dream!
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