I'm a fan of vintage enamelware. A big fan.
So when I found this chippy enamelware bowl at a thrift store last week, I found it incredibly hard to resist.
It's reminiscent of my great-grandma's kitchen.
It conjurs up all kinds of images from days gone by.
In my mind's eye, I see an apron-clad woman stirring up a batch of dough.
I see her setting it to rise beneath a hand-stitched tea towel.
I picture her mixing up a batch of cookies for the little ones who would soon return home from school.
That's what enamelware does to me.
It unexpectedly reminds and inspires me to be intentional;
to be sure I don't miss out.
So I brought this little beauty home with me.
I admire it each day, so happy with my find.
It sings of spring and family;
of practicality and beauty;
of labor and reward.
[She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.]
Proverbs 31:27
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I love it.
I love your heart, leaving the legacy you love with every beat.
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