When my daughter, Maddie, was little she would often accompany me on my flea market excursions. We called it the treasure hunt.
I would give her $10 and she would begin searching for salt and pepper shakers. Sometimes she could purchase more than one with her money. Other times she'd be asking me for another dollar.
Now that she is a teenager, she has quite the collection of vintage shakers. So many, in fact, that we no longer buy them unless they are really special.
She, like me, is drawn to the whimsical, pastel variety. Sometimes she trailed off the course and came back with something really unusual which I enjoyed because that meant she was developing her own tastes.
I'm sharing a few of my favorites with you today. I wonder which ones she would pick if she was writing this post. I might have to let her do that sometime so you can see more.
Her tastes are more modern than mine but she throws in the vintage too. The desk in her room in an old enamelware top that was put on curvy table legs. She just loves it and I'm so glad a little part of me has rubbed off on her.