Thursday, August 29, 2013

I'm Milking It!

Hello, Dear Ones.
I've taken a break from sewing...making Tildas and sewing cuties for my grandbaby.
My most gorgeous peepers are all bloodshot and I'm pooped! :)
So...I am milking it today.
I have a small collection of milk glass and have put some of the pieces in my little cabinets on each side of the TV.
So let me show you.

 This cabinet is to the left of the TV.
Below these shelves is a drop down door you can use as a desk and then below that, two more doors to poke things into and believe me, I poke all I can in there.
 Here's the one on the other side.
Below these two shelves is another shelf that holds our cable box.
Then an area with two doors to poke more stuff into. 
Believe me. I can poke a lot of stuff in there! :)

 Just letting you look at my milk glass with a few other little things poked in.
Nothing like a little milk glass and a few deep scratched on the shelves to put a song in my heart.
You're not surprised are you? :)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

No Milk Today

No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don't know the reason why

How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen

No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day

But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down

No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance

No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day

But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
~ sung by Herman's Hermits


  1. What a pretty collection!!!
    ( something tells me you're into something good !!! )

  2. Gorgeous milky White lovelies! I love how you decorated each vignette with such beautiful white pieces, but I specially love your Staffordshire doggies! Big hugs,

  3. No milk today, that's sad, but plenty of milk glass, and that's pretty! Love the puppies, aren't they delightful?

  4. Milk glass is so pretty and I just love your collection. Pretty vignette Shelia and the birds are so sweet!

  5. Lovely milk glass collection Shelia. I never did know the words to that song. Kind of strange and typically 60's. :)
    I hope you enjoy the long weekend. Are you travelling with Kiki?

  6. Oh Shelia, your milk glass is beautiful and it looks so good on your shelves.
    Take a break and enjoy the long Labor Day weekend.

  7. Hi Shelia, How pretty! In mother's later years, she collected milk glass vases from every thrift and antique store we went into. I think they are so pretty! I was telling John when I was little, I would press my silly putty into mama's milk glass items to "leave the design!"
    I see you have a book about Jefferson Davis. I once lived in Montgomery AL and enjoyed visiting his home there.
    Always fun to visit with you. Hope you have a lovely weekend.

  8. Sheila your collection is lovely. I have a couple of milk glass pieces that I love. Your little birdies are sweet. They look like they are singing too :-)

    Jocelyn @

  9. Thanks for sharing that I always wondered if one could use dishes in a room other than the kitchen. Yours look wonderful.

  10. I like milk glass and have one beautiful bowl that belonged to my grandmother. I liked the starfish!

  11. You have a nice collection of milk glass, but I especially like your doggies. ''-)

  12. so pretty Shelia..milkglass is so summery and reminds me of my Grandmother. and I love your use of the word poke..made me smile cause I use it all the time..
    Love, Mona

  13. I love milkglass and your milking it is perfect! I always enjoy your vignettes!

  14. Well, you certainly milked that milk glass beautifully- xo Diana

  15. Hi Shelia *hugs*
    I Love milkglass though I don't believe a single piece...but I'd like to.. :o) I love your puppies and all your sweet birds. Thats a very lovely vignet and so much fun to play around and reorganize I can tell.

    Its nice to have a little project break and do something else isn't it....hope you've had a great day.

    Judi xo

  16. I adore that little creamer!

  17. Very pretty! I love milk glass!

  18. Everything looks so pretty, Shelia. I love your accessories.....Christine

  19. Love, love milk glass! Looks very pretty the way you have displayed. And I loved the Tilda dolls you made. You are the creative one for sure. June Clever was beautiful as always. LOL! Love, love visiting you. Hope you are doing well. I always looks forward to getting a peek into your home, and your life and what you are up to. Hugs to you, Karie

  20. I adore milk glass. To me it is like a white starched pinafore ~ so refreshing and crisp. Any cabinet that can hold lots of treasures is a winner in my book! Have a wonderful weekend!

    Big Texas Hugs,
    Susan and Bentley

  21. Milk glass was my mom's favorite, too. Yours looks so nice in that great cabinet.
    Hugs, bj

  22. That white looks so fresh and pretty. Like summer! Lovely!

  23. shelia, love that compote dish and birdies! Looks so pretty.

  24. Shelia,
    Good for you. . .taking a break!!!
    The milkglass compote is gorgeous!!!
    I adore the birds interwound throughout your shelf vignettes!
    Amazing how much one can "poke" away, isn't it???
    Have a wonderful weekend, dear friend!!!


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