A surprising find full of forgotten memories, a coincidence, and a gift from Beth
collections, cottage, paintings
When I took down the holiday displays, I didn’t change much on my buffet. Mostly the main pieces stayed as is while Christmas glitz was exchanged for flowers.
Instead of Shiny Brites, the swan was filled with coffee filter blooms. I added floral pictures, tucked fake pink flowers and larger coffee filter roses here and there. Sugarwings placed her Lego bouquet into a depression glass parfait cup and we put it on a small pedestal.
That pedestal is actually a lamp base that I’d painted and glued a round mirror onto. I use it a lot, I feel like it shows off anything you set on it.

The biggest addition is this reclaimed painting. On a mini thrifting day, I popped into a Topeka flea market, and was attracted to the frame. I thought it was $12 and figured I could resell it, then noticed my own signature on the bottom!
Yep, this is one that I probably sold at Mission Road Antique mall in Kansas City 20 years ago and it’s made its way to a Topeka mall. I did not remember this piece of artwork at first, then once I thought about it overnight, it came to me. I’d painted a number of things in my mom’s hospital room as I sat with her in her last weeks.
This was one of those.
At the register, I discovered it was $42 not 12 and was a tad bit iffy on the purchase, but went for it anyway. Now I’m glad that I did because it has stirred some precious memories and I think it has earned a spot in my home.
Oh, and at check out I was chatting to the salesperson and told her the story of finding my own painting. She looked closer at the signature, and told me that she used to buy hand painted Christmas ornaments from me and recognized the name.

As we chatted a bit, I completely forgot that I’d just came from the Medspa and had microneedling done. And was wearing comfy, pj-ish clothing. This photo was taken a couple days later so I looked much, much worse that day. My face was bright red, more like Deadpool. I have to wonder what she was thinking?
“Poor Karla used to sell artwork and do well, now she has a ravaged face and is finding her art tossed aside to show up at flea markets.”

Maybe not, I enjoyed our talk and I don’t think she was too horrified by my raw face. And I’m so glad that I found the painting.
Another sweet addition to the buffet is this china frame from Beth. I haven’t decide what to put in it yet. A vintage photo? A picture of my grand fairies? An antique print?

The frame itself is pretty old, you can tell from the back. I feel like it probably should have something of an equal age, but I might be drawn to the idea of the kiddos framed in it.





























































































