I don't know why, but I always squeal with delight when I see these 3 little piggies.
On my foyer table are my apothecary jars.
The largest one holds faux pumpkins, pears and artichokes; the mid-sized one holds real gourds and faux artichokes; and the smallest one holds fake-corns. I tried collecting the real ones but the little caps kept falling off. I was too lazy to glue them all back on.
Recently, I found this awesome metal pitcher at Ikea. It sits atop my antique icebox in the kitchen. I filled it with some fall leaves and flowers.
Next to it sits my prized, Mexican rooster, Rusty. A few years ago, one of my son's little friends called it "that bombed-out rooster." No appreciation for art, I tell ya! I have always loved roosters in my kitchen, probably because they remind me of my mom. She had a matching set of rooster canisters and breadbox in our kitchen for years.
Happy Fall, Y'all!