Blue and Whites

It appeared that old coyote trickster was at work on Saturday making the day feel like a March day instead of the end of January! People were out and crawling around like snakes and turtles slipping about on a river bank in spring. I ran to post office drop box and to Braum's for milk and eggs…then added some cream thinking of berries or maybe of a porridge of steel cut oats.


Then I dashed into flea markets because I could not bear to go back home quite yet. I found some great little bargains, though not things I was looking for really. I have stayed honest to NOT shopping anywhere in January. Warm weather did me in, I guess.

I found a brand new copy of the 2010 book Work Song by Ivan Doig, a Montana author I have read before and liked. It was only $2 and then I found another titled Grandmothers which was edited by Nikki Giovanni. A cookbook jumped into my arms, and I am trying to STOP cooking. I don’t need another cookbook of any kind anyway; why did I bring this one home?

Then this lovely wooden tray caught my eye. I picked it up and put it down. I picked it up a second time and left it. Before I paid my bill though, it tugged me right back to the booth and wrestled itself onto my ticket. It was a litter pricier and time will tell if it was worth it. But the size is so nice….the deep carving a tactile wonder to touch.

While paying, I looked up and spotted a glimmer of blue and white. Anyone who knows me knows that my love for Blue Willow started when I was five years old. I have a practiced eye for spotting those flying birds! I asked the store manager if the tiny child-sized casserole was coming or going. She said sort of both…that someone brought them in and she was thinking of adding them to another partial set she had for sale. I asked if she would even consider selling it alone. Sure and she shot me a price for the casserole and the platter it sits on. The price was so low for Blue Willow anything I gasped.

Okay, so a snow storm might come soon and I won’t be getting out for a spell. I will have lots of pretties to relish, to ponder, to drool over while the winds blow!

I can’t cook in the child’s casserole dish, but I can make a nice pot of Darjeeling in the tea pot also bought this winter and sip away while reading a stack of books waiting for my attention…or merely sup and daydream in blue and white!