A few of my favorite things

My little dainty, pink Lefton hands.  What could they hold?  Well I see them holding pearls all the time, but they could be holding anything really.  A little plant, a child's heart, precious jewelry, a love note? The possibilities are endless.  I just fell in love with the roses and the color, the curves of the hands and the age of the piece.  Who owned this before me and what did she place in the hands for safe keeping?

My porcelain cheese dish covered in pink roses.....I suppose it could be a butter dish too, but I will never use it.  I can only imagine who's table it graced and why there is not a single chip in it.  Was it as precious to them as it is to me?  Was it only for special occasions?  One could assume it was never used around the children or there would be a chip in it somewhere!  An ebay purchase where it was practical to spell wrong because this little gem was $1.99 for the seller misspelled a word in her listing (though I cannot remember which one).

 Ivory and pink roses.  Gosh does it get any dreamier?  Nope it doesn't!  These to me just say yummy!  I found the pink and green sprays of  "babies breath" at one of the dollar stores and knew I had to have them for something  and this is where it ended up, perfect!  You know sometimes you see something in a store and you know someday you will find a place for it, but you don't know when?  Well I had this stuff packed away and then it just jumped into my little brain, "where is that stuff?"  :*~TADA:*~ treasure found!  I have treasure hidden everywhere waiting to be found.  It's nice when it works out this way! 
My pink painted wooden candle sticks have been around forever!  They have been various colors from white, green, brown I think and then back to pink.  Wrapped in pearls and curling ribbon and then adorned with a simply little swag of pink roses, they delight me so.  Something so simple and yet filled with such whimsy fills my eyes and makes my day just a little more pleasant.  

On the other side of the room I find a wine glass I dragged with me from Florida, another relic from the past.  I smile as I recognize it and see that it is filled with treasures from my more recent history.  Vintage hankies adorned with roses, either printed or embroidered. 

What makes us collect what we do?  What makes our eyes forage through flea markets and garage sales for one certain item?  Why do we treasure a color?  Some of us live in a treasure house and scrimmage for our next  "find" like we are on a mission, while others think we are silly.   I could spend a whole day in a corner of my house on a tablescape and enjoy myself the whole time......while somebody else could just throw the mail down on that very same table along with the keys, a bottle of water, gloves, McDonald's trash, some three day old half eaten sandwich and be perfectly content?  What makes us different?