Apparently my great grandmother liked copper, too!
My mom and I found these four little copper molds while going through the water damaged boxes that once belonged to my grandfather’s mother. (Along with the embroidery floss and other goodies.) I have acquired a few copper pieces or ten-ish over the past couple of years, so these little four would fit right in.
I cleaned them up as best as I could and they looked almost brand new, except for the little corroded chip areas on a couple of them.
It’s difficult to tell, but these four are thinner and a bit more pink in color than my other copper pieces–like this little pig mold:
Since they’re a little different I didn’t want to put them next to the other pieces–hoping the differences wouldn’t be noticeable. I knew the perfect spot (please ignore the cluttered counters, I was too eager to get them up!)…
(The pig mold lives above the kitchen sink, below my tea tag art.)
Not too shabby.