Back Home, With Loot

The Thrifting Bug does not lie dormant, even when it is on vacation.


Even when it is soaking up the mild temperatures and balmy breezes of a Florida January.

Even when it has to brazenly and shamelessly say to its mother-in-law, "Oh, I love that plate!"

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Well now, what would you have done, if your mother-in-law

put out some of her delicious cinnamon sticks on such a beautiful old plate as this:

I'm joining Show And Tell Friday, so you can visit
Cindy's My Romantic Home blog for more showing-and-telling!

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Howard's mom spoils me.

All I did was say that I loved the old plate,
and she started asking if we could find a way to bring it home on the plane.

Well, heck, if I'd had to tie it on my head and wear it as a sombrero I'd have found a way!

It is Mason's Ironstone, and it has a little bit of crazing because after all, it is a little bit old.

We all get a little bit of crazing with time.

It's stamped, and it's got incised markings also. Any Mason's experts out there?

I suspect this is early 20th century.

I love the colors, still so brilliant. Roses:

... and morning glories!

It's such a happy little plate, and it's got an interesting bit of family history behind it.

Turns out, the Thrifting Bug has long infected the womenfolk on both sides of our family. This plate was found by Howard's grandmother at the Morgan Memorial, or Goodwill store, in Boston many years ago.

Nana loved to find bits and pieces of old, pretty china and bring them home. My mother in law, Irene, does the same thing. So did my mother, and so do I. And so does my daughter Anne.

Is there genetic screening for this?

As for those wonderful cinnamon sticks, we left the recipe behind in Florida so I'll have to wait till next week to share that with you. Right now, I will leave you with a raisin peeking coyly out from the sugary spicy depths:

Have a lovely Friday. We traded 72 degrees for 27 degrees in 2-1/2 hours last evening, coming back from Palm Beach. Yikes.

But, still, it is always good to get back to That Old House. And Dion! -- Cass