pearing up

In an effort to keep my mind off of my BIG appointment tomorrow morning (I'm getting my ultrasound and should be finding out if we are having a boy or girl) I'm going to finally blog about something I've been meaning to blog about FOREVER!

Back in April, my sweet, loving, and kind husband, juC, let me have an entire day to myself to do as I wish. My plan was to drive around and take pictures of old barns, because I DO love me some old barns. But, I also do love me some antiques, and my love of antiques mostly outweighed my love of barns that day.

That love brought me to a lovely little town that is dear to my heart, called Funkstown (isn't it obvious by the name why it's so dear to my heart??) I ended up in the oddest old house that is a flower shop....with lots of old...stuff...for sale. And all the way in the back, on top of a big huge pile of junk and randomness, I saw it. I kept my eyes on it, and I knew I had to have it.

And for $10, it was mine!!! I love it just as much as my mantel and my vanity!!

This big pear canister has a hold of my heart. Now if I can just figure out where to put it!