I love our local hospice store, a small, homespun thrift store that supports our county's hospice system with its earnings. Lovely things are donated there. The store is cozy, friendly. The ladies who work there don't like to mess about with change and pennies, so they don't charge tax. (Of course, it is tax-free, being a non-profit). They're adorable.
Anywho, months ago I noticed these cups and saucers there. But I'd just bought my very favorite set of four Syracuse diner cups/saucers, and loved them, and didn't need another set. So ... I resisted temptation.
I'm ashamed to admit it. But yes, I was hesitant to trust my husband with yet another of my Syracuse diner cups. I was left with only three cups and saucers, not a good set. I needed something else for him to drink his morning coffee in. And then I remembered those yellow cups ....
I stopped at the hospice store and was surprised to find that there was only ONE saucer remaining, but a stack of SEVEN cups. Hmm. Again, trying to resist temptation, I bought the saucer and only two cups.
And they're pretty! Adam was pleased with the size and shape.
But those remaining five, lonely, saucerless cups worried me. They seemed sad, abandoned. Who would buy them in that state? What use were they?
I told Adam he could call me crazy, but I was going to the hospice store, buying any unwanted yellow cups they still had, and bringing them home!
Of course, my big problem, in a little house, is Where To Put Anything New. I have zero kitchen space available. I even emptied a bookshelf (horrors!) of its books, and am using it to store casseroles and dishes. So I came up with this windowsill idea.