Lucille's

Lucille goes to pot 

loves pot...

found pot

Actually make that pots..

I used to find a lot of funky junk on Craigslist until other people started copying me (story of my life...... and yes, Martha, I'm talking to you!)

On Sunday night, I perused just in case, and hit upon this stash of white and black enamelware in Vancouver. They made the mistake of saying OBO which meant it wasn't too intimidating to ask for a better price.

I flew there and back.... a mere 2 hours...and today set about cleaning them up so I could take them to my booth at the antique mall.

But as too often happens......

I just couldn't let them go.

They bring out the inner farmgirl in me. (the one that wears cute aprons and takes baskets of homemade bread and pie to Mr. Farmer in the field...not the one slinging manure)

So.....

I played with them for a while...

Autumn colours make such a striking contrast

This is a vintage diaper pail. The label says it can be used later for a garbage can. Glad they didn't say Soup!!

Fall pretties

vegetable soup in bed???? (It's my blog, okay?)

Yam soup coming up

too big for the pot

too big for the stove (I crack me up!)

soup de jour

(Please ignore the fact that just maybe this was a potty in a past life)

farmhouse mantel

bathroom counter vignette

pears in a row

classic black and white

Now that I've had my fun,

 it's time to bid them adieu.....

Here they are now, stacked and ready for someone else to fall in love with.

 If you like I will sell you one (for an arm and a leg)

I really should have shown you a 'before' of the insides of some of them....ranging from light yellow to darkest brown.

They submitted to a firm elbow, bleach, baking soda and every other concoction I could think of. Some took overnight soaking to be completely white and sparkling, others took just a few minutes but they are all lovely now.

It reminds me of us. ....so many shapes and sizes, often lovely on the outside but with varying degrees of stains on the inside where people can't see.
 Some of us need a bit more scrubbing than others.

How precious to know, 
that the healing hand of God will gently remove those stains
 and restore us to the sparkling persons he intended us to be so we
can be put to good use.

Today my prayer is that you will let the warmth of his love

 wash over you

and make you brand new.