The stars are twinkling in the March sky and the birds are all snuggled in their nests.
Run along now and put on some nice comfy jammies,
grab a warm milk or hot toddy and a snuggie blankie,
and let's settle in for a bedtime story that is so boring it will surely put you to sleep.
Once upon a time
a girl named Angie
ran a seasonal antique and junque shop out of her barn.
She sold everything in the barn but she could not bring herself to sell the vintage pottery she had fallen in love with many years ago.
So Angie kept a lot of the vintage pottery for herself. She displayed some of the pink and white pieces in the summer kitchen for a few years.
It is not good to be a hoarder.
Unless it is vintage pottery from the 40's, 50's, 60's. Then that's okay.
little snuggie wee ones in jammies,
how could Angie ever give up this ultra cool vintage elephant planter that sits on her coffee table, keeping watch over the couches and books?
And pet hair and food crumbs.
Would you want Angie to be sad?
I didn't think so.
In fact, look at this highly unusual black and white planter she picked up for $3 at a consignment shop recently.
Do you think $3 is a lot of money?
I don't either.
The cool Haeger vase below is about 14 inches high and is lovely.
The vase sits in her living room window.
Angie thinks it looks austere.
Do you now what austere means?
Neither does Angie, she just thinks it sounds neat.
And clearly a big mess on the lower shelves.
Did you know Angie doesn't like to pick stuff up. Or straighten
Can you spell boring? B-O-R-I-N-G.
Kind of like this blog post.
Do you see that tall, skinny, orange vase in back, girls and boys though? That orange color is unusual.
Angie even likes speckled pottery, such as this small peach colored vintage planter on her bookshelf.
Except this planter holds Abe Lincoln's head and other knick knacky things.
Did you know Angie saw Abe Lincoln's head in her closet when she was twelve?
But that's probably a little scary for tonight.
That crazy girl Angie is not color specific on any favorite color for her pottery . She just picks up what speaks to her.
This yellow vase spoke to her.
In a whisper where no one else could hear.
But Angie heard.
And it sits on her step-back cupboard now.
So, do you think Angie or her husband Tim finally folded those clothes that are always piled on the washer and dryer?
It looks nice and clean, doesn't it?
Angie just squished all the clothes down so she could take a good picture of the pottery.
That crazy Angie is sneaky sometimes, isn't she?
Angie might be sneaky but she squeals with delight with original, vintage handmade pottery.
Like these two pieces made locally. Aren't they cool, chunky and full of texture?
Angie really likes pottery with texture.
But Angie has limited brain capacity and can't remember what this type of pottery below is called.
She does, however, know this type of pottery to the right is called "drip glaze".
Angie luuuurves drip glaze.
You know how you can tell Angie likes drip glaze so much?
Because her and Tim's coffee cups that they drink from every morning are drip glaze. Tim's cup is a newer drip glaze. Angie's cup is that lovely shade of olive from the 1960/1970's.
Do you remember the 1960's and 70's boys and girls?
If you do, that is good!
Just a couple more pictures of drip glaze pottery and then off you go to night-night land.
Angie looooves that burgundy and gray drip glaze vase below. Very different.
Different is gooood.
The pink drip glaze cup holds her work pens. And glasses. Because Angie keeps getting older and blinder. Growing old sucks boys and girls. I mean stinks.
See this drip glaze piece?
The nice boy who made this for Angie and Tim didn't even know Angie loved drip glaze so much.
Angie likes her white pottery in the guest bedroom.
And her colorful pottery in the laundry room is up high so you can't see the broken handle on the vase.
The middle piece is McCoy.
Angie likes McCoy.
And she especially loves this gorgeous gray planter too. She's never seen another one like this.
Are you curious what's in that pink pottery planter up there?
Well, it's money.
Angie has been saving her change for a long time for new flooring in the entryway and bathroom.
Looks like Angie hasn't been very good at saving her money.
Angie wishes often that buttons, safety pins, rubberbands, a dog tag and lint could be counted as money too.
What was that little boys and girls?
You feel sorry for Angie because this pottery doesn't seem like a large collection?
Oh darn it!
Angie forgot to show this box which was deposited in the summer kitchen several months ago and hasn't found it's way to the barn for storage yet.
It looks like these pieces could use a little cleaning though.
And Angie remembered there's many more vintage pieces such as these...
And then Angie spied more pottery on the floor and wondered why she always has to put stuff away so crappily in storage.
And then she discovered more pieces that were hastily packed.
Don't ever be lazy like Angie boys and girls.
Even Angie was getting bored by now looking and writing about her pottery.
Except she remembered she has pottery high up in the summer kitchen and ran back there to snap a couple pictures.
Oh, how she loves that Royal Copley green and purple planter on the right. Love!
So Angie went inside for the evening, made herself a hot toddy and began making one of her favorite dishes; Oven Fried Chicken from last September.
And then Angie got all excited again and remembered she forgot to show you her pottery on top of the yellow cupboard in the dining room.
Did you see the pieces on top of the yellow cupboard? Did you, did you? Cuz they're cool. Look! Hey!