a wee bit cordial

I don’t bring home much Wexford these days. I do always look for it, mostly since I have the experience of finding at least one piece at every thrift store I enter, but I leave it behind because (this is hard for me to say) I have enough. *gasp* Our last holiday open house (pre-pandemic) […]

a say something cake day

Today, I came home from work to this: My husband and I have been seeking out gluten free mixes for various baked goodies. The first successful cake was here. It was a King Arthur gluten free chocolate cake mix, and it was delicious. So was the scratch-made cream cheese icing. This one is Pillbury’s gluten […]

sadness

…is the telltale “chink-a-clink” heard as you open the parcel of the hardest to find Wexford glassware. The Wexford mug is not easy to find, so the rest of the parcel being intact was a beautiful experience. Fortunately, the parcel was insured, but still…

today’s topic: wexford!

It should surprise no one more than myself that my fastest route to self-care is our Wexford. Today, it surprised me at least a little bit. “I’m quite aware of how ridiculous I am.” Albert Goldman, Birdcage Welcome to my ridiculousness. Well, this bit of it: From the built-in hutch: From the secretary/hutch: From the […]

a thifty return…

Yesterday was not my first trip into a thift store since the pandemic, but it was the first time I didn’t dissuade myself from purchasing thrifted things while keeping away non-compliant shoppers. Such a score! Gilded-edge Wexford, previously unfound, must be going out of vogue because it’s starting to pop-up everywhere. The gilded trifle bowl […]