So. I live in a super humid climate in the bottom of a valley near several streams and creeks and boggy places. This environment is wonderful for growing the things I love - mosses, ferns, and mushrooms. Unfortunately, it is not so good for anything metal. Things rust here at an alarming rate. Including the lids to things like - you guessed it - salt shakers. Now we're getting to the point.
Once again, I go to refill the salt shaker and the lid is rusted shut. So, I come up with the brilliant idea of purchasing a salt shaker with no metal on it whatsoever. And it just so happens that my favorite antiques shop has a whole wall of wonderful vintage salt shakers!
As soon as I saw this sweet little couple, the farmer and his wife, I knew they had to come and live with me. I fell in love at first sight. Too much in love as it turns out. I love them soooo much, that now I don't want to use them!!! What if one of them gets broken?!!! They would be separated forever! I just couldn't bare it. They're just so sweet! The farmer's wife sort of reminds me of a Matryoshka doll.
So, after all that, we still don't have a salt shaker (at least not one I'm willing to use ;)) Last night my husband walks into the kitchen and catches me pouring salt into my hand to sprinkle on the potatoes, and he just looked at me and shook his head. Good thing that man loves me.