Gift Table

I LOVE my old doors! Wish I had some place to use them in everyday life. The gift table was an old metal bed. A cot really, I think. At one time, before it was old and rusted, it folded. It was a lucky find by the Mr one day at work. His line crew was building line and he saw this old bed, equipped with bed springs, under a tree in a field. He came home and told me about it and of course I wanted it.......(dah).....anyway he asked the land owner who was a little grandpa gentleman if he could buy it and ended up with the bed for free! I don't have any where for it in my house...yet. I would like to put it in the teens room as a company bed for when his cousin sleeps over, but he has a HUGE adversion to "old"! (There really is just no accounting for bad taste! old is wonderful!)

So, we have our old bed, with two old trunks at each end, a glider bench and a coffee table, all of which held gifts. We had a feather bed underneath TS find crochet tablecloth,

linen covered pillows and velvet throw pillows, a bucket full of roses and hearts,  old doors and tiny sparrows under glass to welcome the gifts.  The door on the left has missing panels in order to hold and display the brides quilts. She had a bunch.

This little table was in the foyer to greet  reception guests. There was a photo album full of pictures of the bride and groom.

 This is an old desk that used to be (three days before the reception) brown with a checker board painted on it's top. It was in the teens room....it was leaving there anyway, and it's new home is beside my bed on the Mr's side. It does a GREAT job of hold the "V" pap machine . I love the little drawer. The green knob is truly old. It came off of a cupboard that had be made for my mom when she was a child.

Our snow is here going quite fast. In just the last week its warmed up so much! I have been enjoying walking outside again.

My mom took a tumble down her outside steps. She is banged up but OK. Nothing is broken. She didn't tell any of us, in fact she kept it a HUGE secret! And that had to be work cuz my sister lives with her and I just down the lane! When she was hurting so badly she finally told my sister, who then called me.

 Mom called her a tattle tale, and me a snoop! LOL I am so grateful she did not break anything! So grateful!

Enjoy your weekend.

Blessings from the Stone House