Hello, Dear Ones and I'm so excited to get to take part in Tabletop Tuesday for the very first time! This great event is hosted by our Dear Barb at Grits and Glamour. Make sure you pop in to visit her beautiful blog to see beautiful tabletops!
I'm bringing you into the breakfast room today to show you my little setting on the table.
After all the Christmas was put away, it was time to bring out the Roos and Chicks again.
First I have this lovely brightly colored Chicken and I've filled her little flower spot with hydrangeas ~ faux of course! :) I love my fauxs and my fauxs love me!
Don't you just love fauxs? Yep, I do too!
Then I popped a little plate up on its end. Same colors. Almost the same profiles. Aren't these little ladies so elegant? :)
Now on a breakfast table you must have your little sugar bowl and little creamer so here they are! One lump of two? :)
Next I have a little candlestick my Mother gave to me. She had this for many a year. It's from Home Interiors, do you remember that company? I had a few little parties in my home through the years but somehow I don't have any of my hostess gifts! Anyway, this was a golden color and I didn't like it so what to do? Take out the spray paint and go to town. I like it much better now.
Little glass votives with little candles popped in.
Isn't the base pretty? And all my little objects are sitting on a crocheted round pineapple edged doily. I love that! :)
Well, there you have it ~ my little tabletop in the breakfast room. Now pop over to Barb's for lots of inspiration!Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetnes of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
~ sung by Cat Stevens
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetnes of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God's recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
~ sung by Cat Stevens
