I have a collection of tea cups and china that was created in one fell swoop when my grandmother cleaned out her attic. The teacup in the foreground is my favorite - it is handpainted and made of the most delicate bone china. I just love the colours that it's painted. I have boxes and boxes of this china. A lot of it is broken and chipped, but I still love it. I don't care if it's not worth a cent.
It's a family joke that I go shopping in my grandmother's attic, but it's true. Anytime that she wants to throw something out, I am right there to scavenge it. The guestroom in my house is furnished with her cast-offs - a 1930's rocking chair, a chunky framed wooden mirror, a wooden trunk with a lovely patina, and a very beautiful quilt that she made which is covering the end of the bed. I think that it's my favorite room in the whole house.