This is my uncle’s Antique store, Antique & Vintage Furnishings. It’s located on Main street in High Point, home to the semi-annual Furniture Market. We see my uncle all the time, but hardly ever go by his shop. And we really should go more often. I love walking through and looking at all of the cool things he has (check out that awesome gold swirly dresser front you can see in the window!). Here’s a few photos I snapped today while he wasn’t looking.
He arranges his glassware by color. It makes it really easy to find whatever you’re looking for, or browse around to find something that’ll match your decor.
These are green and purple, even though my camera makes them look black.
Pink and gray
I love the little hobnail sugar bowl you can barely see there to the right of the candlestick. And the milk glass punch cups hanging there are adorable. They make me want to throw a party just so I can use them.
His shop isn’t all glass. He’s got great furniture pieces, and old books and instruments and some really cool art. There’s an awesome set of glass spice bottles in a display tray that I was really tempted by. I could have stayed in there taking photos all day, but my camera battery died, so you’ll just have to go see it for yourself.
Filed under Family, House, Life
I hope your Christmas was filled with food and friends and family and laughter and enough alcohol to make it through without screaming. Mine was, and for that I’m really thankful. I helped Daddy host 23 people today for Christmas lunch at his house. It went as well as it possibly could. A little hectic in certain moments, minimally awkward, lots of leftovers.
And now, it’s almost 1am. I know it’s because of all the emotions of the day, and because I’m exhausted, but I miss my Mom so terribly I can hardly breathe. I missed her all day yesterday, when I was working in the kitchen, by myself, no idle chatter or “can you pass me that cutting board” to keep me company. I’ve missed her all month, as we planned out the menu and the seating arrangements. I missed her when I was trying to decide if it was really okay to skip the tablecloths this year and just use the runners and cloth napkins. I missed her when the third relative said “How about I bring sweet potato casserole?” and I couldn’t figure out how to say that it was already covered. I missed her when we were Christmas shopping, this was the year of “the perfect gift for mom”. But now that the meal is over and the leftovers packed away it’s all crashing down on me.
I know, I know, it’s December. But I want to tell y’all about my Thanksgiving. I’ll say that I didn’t want my Thanksgiving post to get lost among all of the Thanksgiving posts last week, so I saved it until now. Yeah, that’s it.
We spend Thanksgiving with Andrew’s family. Partially because I don’t want to travel to the event my family goes to, and partially because I put my foot down about where we’re spending Christmas (my dad’s house) so Thanksgiving is flexible. This year, we spent Thursday with Andrew’s Dad’s extended family and then Friday was at our house.
Andrew’s sister came in to town for the holiday (she lives in California), which is unusual because she only comes around a couple times a year. She was upset that we all (Sister, MIL, FIL, Andrew and I) wouldn’t be together on Thursday, so I volunteered to cook a Thanksgiving dinner for the five of us on Friday. It just so happens that “host a family dinner for a major holiday” is one of my day zero items, and you’ll remember that I just got a new stove, so I was actually glad for the opportunity.
By some Thanksgiving miracle the turkey, vegetables (all 4), gravy, cranberry sauce and everything all managed to be finished and ready to put on the table at the same time. It was amazing. They were also just in time for SIL and MIL to get into a screaming fight and MIL to storm out in tears. Yay.
I’ve heard people tell about family fights at holidays and I always thought “No one really does that. No one would actually yell at a family member in someone else’s home and then storm out of a meal.” Well, I guess people really do that. SIL apologized to me later and I kind of brushed it off. I didn’t know what to say in response. It really ruined the mood for the meal. No one really talked much after that. Then I ducked back into the kitchen to make dessert, afterwards MIL washed half the dishes and over-loaded the dishwasher with the other half and then everyone left.
I guess it’s not unusual to have some good and some bad at a family gathering like that. I’m just not use to that kind of thing. My family doesn’t yell, especially when not in the privacy of one’s own home. I really like my ILs, I’m lucky. But learning new family dynamics is hard.