It is always interesting to look at the top posts of the past month and see what you all were most interested in.
I am still trying to get my brain wrapped around the fact that July is gone. Over. Kaput. History. Soon we will be sitting here chatting over steaming chai lattes watching it snow..Big drifts…here in Texas….

 
This week is all about sharing about teapots. Do you have one? two? or three? maybe more? Is it for display only or do you use it for tea? What is the tea server you use most? Your favorite teapot (or is it something like a quart jar?). Tell your teapot story, give it’s history, and tell what it means to you. You can share more than once if you’d like. Antique, new, Asian, English, or something in between — we’d love to know!
So the blogothon goes on.  I am loving these posts! You can find more teapots at Gracious …read more

Apparently Jennifer was shocked by my admitting a previous Dr Pepper addiction…Here is me in late May1980..Notice, if you can, the Dr Pepper in my hand. I was so concerned about my extra fat. ::rolling eyes::::

Remembering the 80s it tough. It was so long ago.
Back then Marc drank his coffee at the base, and I just drank Dr. Pepper. By the gallons. Daily.
I was addicted to Dr Pepper. I was a size 4. I was married. Life was good. Well, it was good until I got pregnant with my first baby and totally lost my ability to even smell Dr. Pepper without gagging. My daughter, Erin, the one that caused my Dr Pepper divorce, is now a Dr Pepper addict. THAT was a slap in the face.
The early …read more

Did you ever have one of those days? I am having one. I got up to my computer making the “Marye I have Flatlined” sound again. Yep..crashed. Marc could not coax it back to life before he headed to work. That means that I have no access to my images, my photo software, or my links…I am on the kids computer, which runs slower and is not at my desk. Whine.
Just when I thought I was going to lose it my friend Juanita came by and said, “Hey, Iw as praying for yout oday and the …read more

Life was simpler when I was growing up in the 60’s. The coffee pot made cool noise on the stove and it was fun to watch the color of the coffee turn from clear to dark, rich brown in the clear knob on the top of the cover.
Since we did not have things like dvds and video games, watching coffee perk was fascinating.And then, Mom would pour the coffee into a cup, stir in some evaporated milk from a can, some sugar….take a sip…. and… Oh GLORY! She would head off to do something and leave the coffee on …read more

I spent the entire day yesterday, with the exception of putting dinner on the table, sitting next the fire, coffee in hand and my Christmas present, Home to Holly Springs by Jan Karon, in my lap. I have two chapters to go as of this morning and when I get done here I plan to wave to my family and head back to the fire and the chair. Christmas, to me, is best with a new book and a cup of hot coffee…My husband, being the insightful man of God that he is, also saw fit to …read more

 
I just want to invite you on a Christmas Tour of my house…I posted the pictures over at Baking Delights so check them out!
I just want to stop for a moment and wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, and thank you for your comments and your presence here. May the New Year bring you abundant blessings (and lots of coffee).

“It’s in vain, Trot, to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.”
Charles Dickens, David Copperfield
I have about a million vintage cookbooks. I love them and I pick them up whenever I get the chance. It is fun to see how people’s ideas of food, health, and sophistication have changed over the years.
I thought that I would like to start doing vintage menus once a week or so…to reintroduce some of the past to the present. This week’s vintage menu is from Better homes and Gardens, 1959.

The tea suggestions are mine, as the book states only …read more

This is a vintage tea set from the 1930’s.  I have to tell you that I love this thing.  One just like it sat on a shelf at Gramma-Great’s house. Now, she was not MY gramma-great, she was my cousins’.  She was my aunt’s mother and she was, I think a little over 100 years old when she died.  Most of the years I was growing up I spent summers in the Michigan “thumb” , bouncing from relatives farms in Howell, Lapeer, and Five Lakes.
Each morning I would walk across the road, up a dirt road that wound through a …read more