If I Could Speak: The Secret Life of a Vintage Potpourri Dish

Hello there, thanks for taking the time to visit with me. I get lonely sometimes sitting here on this shelf, waiting for my forever home. I have plenty of neighbors, and one by one, Kim is letting us tell our stories. Here's mine

I’m not just a pretty piece of ceramic. I’m a storyteller, a memory keeper, and maybe even a little bit of a flirt—just look at my curves and cobalt feet! But let me start at the beginning...

I was made with care sometime in the 1980s or 90s - no one told my exact birthyear, how sad for me :(

I was part of a batch imported by World Bazaar Inc., their mark is stamped proudly on my underside. Maybe I came from Italy or Portugal - I think it was Portugal, but it was so long ago, and my memory fails me sometimes. In Portugal artisans with steady hands paint beautiful pieces like my blue, yellow, and green florals. They do this one by one, making me unique! I LOVE THAT!! I'm just 8" tall and I think I'm the perfect size

I was born to be beautiful, but also useful. My pierced design wasn’t just for show, oh no, it was so the scent of dried rose petals and lavender could escape into a cozy room, could it be a room in your house? I need a forever home you know.

I remember my first home. I sat on a little lace-covered table near the window, catching afternoon sun, soaking in the scents of the season. Sometimes it was rose. Sometimes cloves and orange peel. Always lovely.

My owner? She had a soft touch and a kind smile. She changed my potpourri with the seasons. I heard laughter, family dinners, phone calls, quiet moments. I was there through all of it.

Over time, my owners tastes changed, her home became filled with different things, and her children didn't want me, so I was pushed aside. But, I stayed strong, no cracks, still vibrant, still ready to serve.

Thankfully Kim found me and brought me to live with others at Backroadpicking. Now I’m waiting to start the next chapter of my journey, I hope it's you! Maybe on your dresser, maybe in your guest room. I’ve still got charm, you know.

So go ahead—take me home. Let me be your fragrant reminder that even small things, made with love, deserve a second life.
You can take me home today, just click here and let me come live in your home. 

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