It’s a funny old world Beach Cottage ladies, isn’t it, a few years ago who would have thought that I would be pulling my heart about out over a vintage bottle / canning jar (in blue no less) with a ceramic lid (no less) from France (no less) on the other side of the world in the Lucky Country (no less).
But it is a funny old world indeed and that I surely was.Now let me just say here, right up front, we are NOT talking about how much this vintage blue French bottle cost us, ok? We are not doing this in case one’s husband decides in a fit of madness to see what his wife does in the daytime and takes a gander at this blog and then finds out…
Certainly said bottle is in hiding at the moment because if there is one thing we did not need in this old cottage it was another vintage bottle…though if you said that to me I would, actually, take great pains to explain to you that this bottle is French and blue and has French writing on it and a ceramic lid, so technically I have nothing like this at all.
This was ridiculously expensive in my book, like actually a bit embarrassingly so, you know when you look at the price of something and kinda wince a little bit? … if I hadn’t been on an experience which I may never repeat again anytime soon I may not have parted with the cash for this. But. I did weigh up how much it would cost to get oneself onto a Qantas jet, fly oneself to Paris or the Provence and spend time perusing the brocantes. Oh wait, errrm, quite why am I considering not doing that? I could right go a little trip to France at the moment, couldn’t you? Lose a few Beach Cottage kiddos and take myself off this school holidays to the side of the world where all is chic….perhaps I should shelve the workshop idea and change it to a Beach Cottage on Tour and we all go over to France?
Anyway, yes, the cost of a plane ticket to Paris and the chances of me getting one of these bottles to Australia was pretty slim, so I sucked in the muffin top, thought of Old Blighty and handed over my cash.
Here she is in all her French vintage blue oh my gosh gloriousness…if you could reach your hand through the screen of the computer too you would know that she is a fine woman, she has a full busom and a nice bit of sturdiness going for her too.
I adore the deceptive art of a vintage glass bottle…for sure it is rather on the plain side, you could say not fancy but yet adorning a table, taking part in some vignetting or just casually sitting on a shelf it adds a richness, a whiff of days gone-by that is not in your face ‘vintage’ but rather more subtle than that and I like it….
I love teaming stuff like this with the gathered things in this old cottage…
…nothing is fancy, everything is old and, if truth be known a bit worn…the old sofa, an odd stripe or three, some lavender brought in from the garden, vintage mirrors, and old things, found discarded and now, here, leaning around…for coastal vintage style…
So tell me, do you love a vintage bottle in your life?
This vintage French bottle is one of the things that came home with me from the shopping experience I went on with Mastercard the other weekend (if you missed that post, go here to see my new hair and the chance to win your own trip worth $1300!)
A Beach Cottage Giveaway
last few days of the vintage bike giveaway!