Dear Little Treasures...

Often it is the smallest in size that bring us pleasure...when we were young children, probably the bigger the better...a piece of cake, a double dip of our favorite ice cream, the huge present under the Christmas tree or a big chocolate bunny in the Easter basket. Do you remember those large sugar eggs with the little window you could peak through? There was always a miniature scene inside. I got to wondering if someone still makes those. Check out this link to D. Blumchen - a favorite place to shop for all those hard-to-find vintage/reproduction papers and trims. While their sugar eggs are more modernized (the law says no paper scenes anymore - everything has to be edible!) they still evoke an Easter from my childhood...such dear little treasures. Our Sunday dinner this year was extra nice with a full dining room table of family. I was in the kitchen for two days before hand and really enjoyed the preparations. Baking, mixing, whipping...each time we make a dish to share with loved ones, it becomes another dear little treasure. 

Little packages that arrive in the mail...treasures! Now I am officially a member of Sharon Lovejoy's Grimy Hands Girls Club.

We are to test the packet of basil seeds and report back our results. Love the cards Sharon included - her artwork is such a delight!

And a sweet little packet of fabrics and a thank you note from the folks over at Moda Fabrics - a thoughtful gesture on their part to those of us who participated in the Just One Star project. 
Both dear little treasures...

Enjoying a cup of tea (Peets Teas - Winter Solstice) from a friend who gave me a box of this delicious tea....perfect to sip while reading the gift of a book from another friend...Garden With Jane Austen. More dear little treasures.

Cutting the first daffodils of the season - A treasure from the garden.

 I can't go without including at least one picture about quilting...
Got caught up on Barbara Brackman's Civil War Quilt blocks.

Just one more little treasure - being up to date on a project!


And the most simple of treasures - being able to step off the deck onto flagstone and then onto green grass - and no snow!

Wishing each of you a week filled with your own dear little treasures. 


Pat

My Grandmother's tiny mustard pot - it was always on the table at Easter - just a touch of mustard on the ham.