Sometimes we get something in, and I have no idea what it is. Such was the case with the scissors like item in the front. Thanks to several followers on my Facebook page, I learned it is a meatball maker. Why didn't I think of that?
Love, love, love blue canning jars. Clear ones too, but blue? Be still my heart.
So pretty in pink, despite the crack. That just adds character.
I can almost smell the pies and cakes baking.
And the cookies.
The old metal utensils had so much more charm that our modern day plastic ones.
Ahh. Grandma's kitchen, a walk down memory lane.
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