Treasures

Without even really trying, I've infected my kids with the rummage bug. The girls enjoy "treasure hunting" with me, and I enjoy it with them, as long as they don't touch anything. Ever.
I'm of the firm belief that nothing is more comforting than vintage cotton linens. Since next week we're going to have a house full of people who will need to sleep at some point, Eloise and I went out on a hunt. 
Unfortunately there were none to be found today, but that doesn't mean I didn't buy anything. Of course I bought something. Or things. Let's go with things.

Vintage marmelade and honey jars will be perfect storage for the random grains that make it into our house (millet, for one). But what really got me going was the font. Take this test to see what your "type" is.

A down filled pillow with muted pastels and softly worn silk quilting? Love it. Very deserving of a cuddle from my littlest treasure. 

After my assistant takes a nap we'll be off to finish what we started. It might take many tries to find what I'm looking for, but I'm willing to take on the job. It's the least I can do.