Tarnished Loveliness

My fascination with tarnished silver has not diminished - - much to the disgust of my hubby. 

Most of it was pack away for the summer. 

Silly little me has declared it my fall/winter decor. 

Each spring I pack it away, pulling out things like mason jars, ironstone and clear glass instead. 

Anything light and bright.

But now the days are growing shorter -- the temperature cooler and

I've begun to crave texture and warmer colors.

The allure of something tarnished has been whispering to me.

When I saw these two beauties at the thrift store this past weekend the whispering morphed  . . .

into an all out scream!

**sigh**

I love their shape and texture.

I carried them around the store, not wanting them out of my sight,

- yet - 

knowing the last thing I really needed was another set of candlesticks.

In the end I talked myself into it.

My tarnished loving heart thanks me!

Until Tomorrow,

Robin