I brought home a bunch of enamel bowls and plates for the kitchen.
Funny how I consider the antique store to be "nearby" since it's about half an hours drive away, when while being in the city a destination that is half an hour away is a totally different thing. That's kind of far away already...
I remember we always had lots of enamel plates at our summerhouse like this, as old as the house itself, and we sat at the rocks by the sea and washed potatoes in them.
There were some cups in the same style at home from before waiting for their new bowl cousins already.
Alright who am I kidding. I never do any special pretty themed setting or so. These will end up as flower plates anyway.
But then again, who knows.