A few years back I admired the pot that had been retired to an upper kitchen cabinet and told her that if she ever wanted to get rid of it, I wanted it. Well, she sent it to me, and when I turned it over I read in black market, "Wedding Present, July 1 1962." That was the year my mom and dad got married in Mansfield, Missouri.
I sneak my treasured bean pot into any scenario I can. It has made appearances at theme parties: a Dolly-Parton celebration where it held her own recipe of Cowboy Baked beans and a festive indoor tailgate party that appeared in my book The Find: The Housing Works Book of Decorating With Thrift Shop Treasures, Flea Market Obects, and Vintage Details. My dear object will reappear tomorrow night when dear friends put together a late-night Sunday supper (on a Thursday!) celebrating my books launch.
Even though my dear mom and dad can't be there, their old bean pot will!
"Beans, beans good for the heart!"
Always frugal, always fabulous -- The Elegant Thrifter