Hopefully you’re out of the hustle and bustle.
Settled in with loved ones and ready to enjoy the spirit of the season.
Thank-you to everyone for your support for the last three years and those who have joined us this year through our website.
From all of us at Grit(including Miss Madison)
We wish you the best this Holiday Season
Rusty Olive Baskets always seem to find their way into my home and shop. I figure it’s the rusty metal that appeals to me.
Anyone who loves to look for rustic, vintage, home decor also knows that when you come across a piece that can be used in more ways than one in your home it’s something sought after.
I prefer olive baskets in their original state with just the right amount of rust in all the right spots.
You may think this is funny, but come junkin with me and you’ll see. Like a girl trying to pick out one pair of anything, I take forever! It is a process. Narrowing down a stack of fifty olive baskets to a mere three. Standing back, turning them around, checking the bottoms all in an effort to find the one that is “just right.”
Due to their age, each olive basket is unique with its own set of dents and rust and thus the reason to take the time and hand-pick the ones to cart home.
Beautiful Contrast for Fall
Though it has not felt like Fall in North Carolina, the leaves are still changing color and my porch is turning into a haystack! If it’s not antiques loaded up to the top..it’s finding a way to stuff a 6ft corn-stalk in my small car.
I believe the pumpkin patch is my fav…perfect for an entryway.
Here’s a twist…the beauty of an Olive Basket is that it is versatile!
Fill it up with paper towel, toilet paper, magazines, or it would look gorgeous filled with wood beside your fireplace.
If you’re really motivated you can turn it into an Industrial light! Those slat openings that once allowed olives to breathe allow just the right amount of light.
The patina that has come with age is perfect
So for me, I keep it simple
Rusty flower magnet found at a flea market is the right amount of embellishment. Burlap bows, jute twine, old tea stained fabric also add an extra touch.
The character of these wonderful baskets tells its own unique story. It’s hard to believe that these vintage baskets once carried olives!
It only seems fitting to introduce you too, Miss Madison our Havanese…the one that loyally awaits our return home from our antique excursions.
I know lots of you blog loving mamma’s have children and well…we have Madison. She is the one that reminds us to love unconditionally and for that I thank her!
Just riding along on an old chicken basket after a day at the flea market. She’s in her glory with so much to see. Madison knew country life from the start venturing out as a puppy with my husband to do her part pulling down an old tobacco barn. As the site foreman, she witnessed the successfully salvaged barn stacked on the truck and prepared to provide wood for our seemingly endless projects.
What a lovely crazy mess
I thought we would have a little dog that loved to stay inside and look out the window. Though she loves her lookout on the back of the couch she definitely loves the great outdoors.
I soon discovered that Flea Markets seen through her eyes were not visions of antique treasures, but rather whatever a toddler happened to share or drop. The problem is she’s kinda like those advertisements you see on the street corner waving you in. Forget about all of the vintage items mommy has for sale…these people drove for miles to see her.
So I discovered day camp for furry family members that are spoiled…as my girlfriends says…you mean loved! She is right we love Madison to bits and could not imagine life without her.
There’s even school, basic manners 101 and she passed! Thanks to Sarah of Positive Pups Training. She’s wonderful and Miss Madison loved all of Sara’s yummy treats
Do you have one or two…maybe three reminders that life is all about food and a nap?
“The greatest of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”
There is nothing better than having great neighbors. Folks that wave from the porch when you drive past. Folks that understand the crazy hours you pull restoring an antique treasure you pulled out of the corner of a barn. Folks that don’t judge you when your hair is a mess and you are in overalls and boots.
I adore our new neighbors and they aren’t any of these things.
In April, we moved across our beloved town. We didn’t move across the proverbial tracks but rather across the line that separates city living from rural living (and Taxes!). Hello country living! I don’t know how it took this long to figure out that I love country life.
This beautiful girl is one of eleven that peacefully graze beside our home. I knew from the first moment that I would enjoy seeing them and everyday their freedom and grace inspire me.
For me, I feel the most alive in and amongst nature, how about you? Do you love the city or are you a country girl at heart?