Step Into My Parlor -- A Sunday Favorites Tale

Sunday, and time to re-run a post from the past.

I've reached back to October 2009, and am joining Sunday Favorites and Silver Sunday.
You can find links to visit these blog parties at the end of my post.

So, read on . . . and forget that there is snow on your lawn or that Valentine's Day is only a week hence.
Right now, at That Old House, it is nearly Halloween . . . . so Boo!

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"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."

The Spider and the Fly
Written by Mary Howitt (1799 to 1888)

Yes, come and see our curious things, my precious readers all.
There's a table in our parlor, O so charming, O so small.
You can rest your weary skeletons upon our chairs so black.
Do not fret about the ghosties sending shivers down your back.

Do not worry, all my pretties; you will not hear ghostly calls.
You will not hear howls or ratt'ling chains in That Old House's walls.
For the ghosties here are kind ones, and they wish you only well.
Now sit down and have a drink, for there's a story still to tell.

Written by the resident Ghosts of That Old House

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Welcome to the Parlor at That Old House. Let's play pretend.

It's Halloween, and it's drawing on to dark.

The wind whips the leaves around the lawn and up onto the porch

(what ever happened to the landscaper's promise to come two days ago?).

We begin to light the lights, and hope for Trick or Treaters.

We love Trick Or Treaters.

With a bit of good Bearnaise Sauce . . . .

Come, I've set two places at a little round table in the Parlor: one place for you, one for me.

We're just going to have a snack, nothing fancy. Maybe a glass of wine.
Blood red, of course. Here is your special glass:

The Jack O' Lanterns are troubling the gathering darkness.

A wee little ghostie watches over us. His name is Rudy, and he has lived with our family for almost 20 years. His story is for another post. But you must behave when Rudy is watching. . . that's all I'm saying.

Did I mention falling in love?

Oh yes, yes I did.

Well, be prepared to fall in love with these:

My latest Ebay find: vintage flatware -- 1919 era -- in a charming small luncheon size.

They are so dainty that I am tempted to save them for my grandchildren to use. Someday.

They are simply monogrammed: HL. My husband's initials. How could I not get them?

The pattern is called Ambassador.

Less than 20-dollars for the set -- service for 4.

I was pleased. And in love. Are you in love, too? Good.

Let's see what else we played with today. . . .

Pumpkin plates from HomeGoods, $3.99. Not dishwasher safe. Boo.

Underplates -- old restaurant dishes, white with a green stripe. They were my Mom's.

Sterling china, in Ohio.

Napkins -- goofy Halloween print, sewed 'em myself eons ago.
Wine glasses. . . where else? Dollar Tree, last year.
Rudy the Ghost -- from a craft fair, 20 years ago.

Black iron candlestick -- church rummage sale, 50-cents.

Pumpkin applique table runner -- can't remember! Kohl's or HomeGoods.

Dried up leaves on porch and lawn -- from Mother Nature. Free.

BOO!

Happy Halloween!

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Thanks to Beth at Gypsy Fish for hosting Silver Sunday; go visit her lovely blog for inspiration and beautiful images!

And as always, thanks to Chari of Happy To Design, for her hosting of Sunday Favorites. Don't forget to visit!

I love looking back at old posts; hope you do, too! -- Cass