Showing posts with label vintage china. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage china. Show all posts

Monday, June 29, 2015

//High Tea with Bima//

I used to love mix and match vintage china plates to create a pretty cake stand and I had sold many through Etsy in the past(here). Unfortunately this small hobby turned into a small business must stop as it is getting harder to get a pretty decent vintage plates with a reasonable price these days. Plus to drill them is not an easy task. It took me almost one hour just to drill a hole in one plate for the cake metal rod to go through. So I decided to keep a few set for myself. And when my friend who lives in Philadelphia came to visit I had a good reason to display the cake stands once more time.

Too bad as there were not many friends can come that day but my husband Steven joined  us to add the fun. Still we had a great time and I am glad that my friend Bima got to see the cake stands I created and now I am enjoying them for a long time to come.


Thank you so much for reading and have a beautiful Monday!

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

To a Son + Vintage China

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax. An equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed.
And love is fire. And when i say at need
I love thee...mark!...I love thee - in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
In love, when love the lowest; meanest creatures
Who love God,  God accepts while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I have been thinking about my son a lot lately. I dreamt about him when he was a little boy for two nights in a row. I am thinking about him as a little boy as if he is sitting  next to me and staring at me with his big brown eyes curiously just like when I used to read a story book to him all the time. His giggling and  laughing when we played with his toys together echoed through the room and still fresh in my mind until now. I remembered just like it was  happenning last hight when I hugged him many nights in bed as he was afraid to go to sleep a lone in his room.
Now I am thinking; 
what is he doing?
Is he with his friends?
A lone?
Oh, how I miss him!

I tried very hard to take him a way from my mind. Then I remembered the vintage china that I started to collect during a recovery from surgeries and 2 months hospitalized about 8 years a go. My sudden instinct told me that I need to do something fun with it immediately.

The color and the pattern of these china are beautiful. And there is something enchanting about aged china that I just could not resist on collecting them.  I am hoping that one day I would pass them down to my daughter in-law and hope that she will appreciate these vintage china as much as I do.

 The poem above  copied from a small book that I have been owning for quite sometime. It is called "The Illustrated Poets - Elizabeth Barrett Browning".

In  my humble opinion; being sentimental, sensitive and vulnerable can be beautiful as portrayed in this story post.  I  do hope you will enjoy this post!


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