swoon, swoon, swoon!
The sight of bottle brush trees all gussied up in their brightly colored glass ornaments makes me all giddy inside. Like stepping into an old-fashioned candy shop and peering into the big glass jar full of gumballs.
I grew up in a town that had one of those candy shops full of the glass jars with tiny and wondrous candies inside. I used to save up my pennies and nickels from chores (or more likely looking inside my parents coat pockets...resourceful yes??) and on Saturdays bike the three miles to downtown to buy myself a treat. In our house we never had candy or much in the way of store bought treats. It was a big deal to get homemade chocolate chip cookies every once in awhile. I'm sure it was hard enough to feed all 7 of us kids healthy food let alone find the money for junk food. But we were allowed to spend our independent finances (does that make 45 cents sound important?) as we saw fit. I admit that I was jealous of my school friends whose whimsical lunch boxes were adorned with twinkies, ho ho's and cinnabuns while my brown bag that I was supposed to keep nice and re-use throughout the week was lucky if it got an apple to go along with the pbj sandwich. Don't even get me started about those mini bags of chips we never got either.... sigh, woe is me. So when I got the green light from mom and dad to do what I wanted with my money, I did what my sugar-deprived heart desired. I biked like the witch in Wizard of Oz (insert crazy noise ....of Wicked Witch pedaling with all her might here) the whole 3 miles without looking up. Just another kid on a mission! Gumballs were often on my list of possible procurements. Gumballs and candy dots stuck to long ribbons of paper along with candy necklaces and ring pops. Even as a child I was drawn to the world of whimsy, color and adornments.
Now as an adult I've substituted visual candy for real candy. And I can't get enough of these gorgeous bottle brush trees. What vintage item makes your heart swoon?Pin It