Charleston Historical Society; one of the best hours I've ever spent

The fabulousness that is my friend Julie said; "Michele, you must stop into the Charleston Historical Society store."

I usually do what Julie tells me to do because she is brilliant. She proved it once again.

This was so much fun. I spent and I spent. I spent time and I spent a bit of money. More time then money, thank heavens.

Lovely huh?
I can't resist a Historical Society Shop.
See the pretty blue soup tureen on the table?
I lust for it.

I totally drooled over this blueware.
There is nothing sadder than a 50 year old woman standing in
front of shelves of china drooling
like a eight month old teething baby.
That small oval platter top center next to the square bowl?
It called to me.
Michele....Michele.....buy me.
Buy me now.
I resisted.
It was hard.

Then I hit the cookbooks.
Lord, help me
These salespeople know.
They just know,
I can't resist a cookbook.
Isn't it funny?
I couldn't find a Low Country Vegetarian cookbook.

Then I saw these!
And I laughed my ass off.
And immediately thought of Becky.
She has rules for this kind of thing.
Though she has never codified them,
Charlotte Hays and Gayden Metcalfe did it for her.
Wasn't that nice of them?
So thoughtful.

I'm from the Pacific Northwest where hosting the
perfect funeral involves micro-brew beer
and baked salmon.
Weddings are performed on mountains,
beside rivers and in wildflower gardens.
I don't think I've actually been to a wedding with a punch bowl.
We did go to a couple of Jewish weddings that included
some sort of chicken dinner and open bars.
That was cool.

I'm not sure if this counts as a Spin for the Spin Cycle hosted by Sprite's Keeper but if I ask real nice she may let me slide on this one. So what do you say Jen? Spin or no Spin?

Want to read more Spins? Head over the Sprite's place (she's got a poopy for princess dress party going) for the complete list.

Love,
M