Yes, it is the beginning of January. No, it is not yet spring. But it doesn’t mean I can’t start thinking about it.


Last January, we set out to find a drop leaf table on which to assemble jigsaw puzzles. Living with our mad cat Moxie, who delights in flinging puzzle pieces to the floor to be gobbled up immediately by one of the dogs (Golden Retrievers will eat anything — they’re like goats), it’s imperative that the puzzle-in-progress reside in the living room, which can be shut off at night. There are few things more frustrating that getting to the final stage of doing a puzzle only to discover a couple of pieces missing.

We found the perfect table in an antique store on Locke Street in Hamilton. It was in great shape and very reasonably priced. The top flips over on itself so that the table becomes a modestly-sized rectangular console table when not in puzzle-mode. Done. Glenn went to fetch the car and I was left unattended in the store, so naturally. I had to look around. It was only polite.


A spring green dessert set presented itself. It was lost and neglected sitting over to one side on a huge, Victorian sideboard. Unloved and unwanted. Lonely, really. What was I supposed to do?

It comprises a large round footed compote, two oval and two round low compotes and six plates. A very small, lonely set. Fits in one box. Even when wrapped. Glenn loaded that into the car, too.


I love the delicate green on the shoulder of the plates, and the gilded scroll work on the edges.


The pastel coloured flowers coordinated well with my peach Venetian “basket” glasses, so named because of the raised coloured glass and small finials on each glass.

As it blows and pours outside, it’s wonderful to visit the cozy and tranquil world of tableware and wait for warmer days to come.

I’m sharing this post with Between Naps on the Porch.