Silver Sunday: Week Three

Be sure to stop by Gypsy Fish where you will find a list of participants for Silver Sunday! 

Last week I showed you a small green Depression Glass caddy with a silver handle.  This is a Depression Glass ice bucket with a silver handle.  When I brought it home the handle was so tarnished I really thought it was brass underneath, but with a lot of polishing I discovered silver!  The pattern doesn't match the smaller caddy but they certainly could be used together.  I think I'm going to use both of these pieces for flowers.

I love this little glass pitcher.  The base is silver.  It too was extremely tarnished, but it cleaned up quickly with little effort.  I think it would be so cute used for breakfast juice or milk for cereal.

This pinkish-lavender and silver glass tile vase sits in my guest room.  It wasn't very expensive but I've always loved it.  I bought it before I had a lavender room to put it in...some things are just meant to be!

I LOVE my Victorian style mirror!  I've had it for years and it hangs in the hallways right outside our master bedroom.  You can see the wreath on our bedroom door reflected in the mirror.

I have quite a collection of cake plates - and what goes better with cake plates than cake knives and servers!  All are silver and the servers in the middle have embellished handles. 

These two severs say "Merry Christmas"

I loved this silver and rhinestone bracelet as soon as I saw it in a little antique shop in upper Michigan.

This piece is getting old and looks warn for wear but it's priceless to me.  After our rehearsal dinner nearly 40 years ago, my sweetheart drove me home and before I got out of the car to spend the last night in my parents home, Sandy presented me with a gift.  This silver frame was inside.  The left side is embellished with a silver bride and groom and the right side with wedding bells.  Under the bells he had had our names and wedding date engraved.  I loved it then and after all these years of marriage I treasure it.  It has hung above my nightstand all  these years.  I have seen it there for so long I think I stopped seeing it.  Tonight when I took it down and cleaned it up a bit I remembered that evening so long ago when a young man and woman sat in her parents driveway for a kiss goodnight, counting the minutes until she walked down the isle toward him and a brand new future together.