I can’t get enough vintage kitchen stuff. My best guess is it all started when I was really little and helping my Grandma in the kitchen. I loved it so much, being with her and making pies, noodles, caramel corn and processing all the stuff from the garden in the summers. I used to spend hours rearranging and organizing her stuff in her kitchen cabinets. I would wash every spice jar and put them all back perfectly lined up. She loved it. When she passed away I got several of her old kitchen bowls and some other odds and ends of hers. It’s the smallest, strangest things that can stir up a tidal wave of emotions about your most loved ones. I will always remember her, so kind and wonderful, teaching me in the kitchen, and me not even realizing she was teaching me the biggest things in life.