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To Grandmother's House We Go

My sister Erin and I went to our Grandmom's house in Northeast Philly on Sunday to help clean out her basement and attic. She has the most organized junk I've ever seen. Everything was labeled in rubbermaid containers and boxes. I thought I was going to open this shoebox and find some Chinese stars or maybe a small dagger:

Nope, it was just this:

Whew. We're safe.

We focused on removing the junk and donating it to thrift stores. For the most part, this was not fun vintage junk. It was just stuff like old mugs and vases and gifts that her five children, 16 grandchildren and 32 great-grandchildren have given her throughout her 89 years. Erin and I would hold up a bowl or a vase or a mug, and ask if she wanted to keep it or donate it. Her response was usually, "One of you kids gave it to me". She didn't want to offend us, but what the hell was she going to do with 30 coffee mugs and 347 clear glass vases? Most of it went to the thrift store, but I did keep a big pasta bowl that I gave to her ten years ago.

She gave me her bowling ball & bag:

My grandparents were avid bowlers. Granddad was even on Bowling For Dollars in the 1950's - and won. My Grandmom warned me that the ball was for a left-handed female, so I probably wouldn't be able to use it. That's when I heard the story (not for the first time) about the nuns in her school who used to call her Boobie Gibbons because she was left-handed. (Gibbons was her last name - they weren't calling her a monkey.) As was typical in those days, they forced her to write with her right hand. She is ambidextrous now. It's true - my Grandmom swings both ways.

On the way to her house, Erin and I spotted a flea market near the Tacony-Palmyra bridge. We made a quick detour, and searched for a parking spot. As we drove around the block a few times, we second-guessed our decision. The neighborhood wasn't so great. We eventually found a spot and hid all of our valuables under the seats. This was the fastest flea market visit ever because I kept imagining a brick going through my car window. At one point, I heard someone say, "If one more f*cking person bumps into me, I'm going to have to throw a bitch down". I slowly and carefully turned around to make sure that Erin wasn't the bitch who was to be thrown down, since she can be very fidgety at times. Luckily, it wasn't her.

After a quick sweep of the place, I ended up spending $13. I bought five glass floral frogs, a black & white metal hamper, a big picnic basket with plasticware, and a glass doorknob set. Lesson learned: bad neighborhoods can make for super flea markets. And lesson #2: if you want to make it home alive with your great finds, don't bump into anyone ever.

At a yard sale on Saturday, I spent fifty cents on this greenish-teal transferware bowl, marked WR & Co Tyrolean. I looked up the mark, and found that the pattern is called Tyrolean and the maker is William Ridgely & Company, circa 1834-1854. It isn't cracked or chipped or anything. Amazing.

At the next sale, I saw this: (cue singing from the heavens)

I took off the heavy lid, said a little prayer and turned it upside down. There it was...the holy grail of yard-saling: a piece of Le Creuset enameled cast iron cookware for three bucks. Holy $hit!

I initially thought it was a fish poacher, but it seemed too narrow (12" x 4" x 3"). You'd have to cook a skinny fish in that thing. No fatties allowed. The homeowner told me that it was fish poacher, but he used to bake macaroni and cheese in it. When I got home, I searched for "le creuset fish poacher", but didn't find any results. Then I looked on the Le Creuset website and learned that it is a Paté Terrine. Wow - this is just great. Now I can make my kids' peanut butter and paté sandwiches look so much more professional.

Actually, this will be coming to an eBay auction near you. The retail price of a new Paté Terrine is $130. But I don't know if a "vintage" piece of Le Creuset is worth more or less than new ones. Does anyone know if there is a way to tell the age of it? Unlike the newer pieces of Le Creuset, this one is all one color, and doesn't have the label on the front.

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Last year, I contributed some photographs (pre-D40) to a new book by C. Dianne Zweig called "Hot Cottage Collectibles for Vintage Style Homes". I don't know which photos were selected, so it will be a surprise for all of us! It isn't available until October, but you can pre-order it now on Amazon. Dianne also wrote "Hot Kitchen and Home Collectibles of the 30s, 40s, and 50s", which I love. It has all of the kitschy stuff that I am always buying at yard sales and thrift stores. A definite must-buy.

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I'd like to give a big THANK YOU to reader Janet P. from Delaware, who emailed me with a tip on a yard sale a few weeks ago. It was a sale that wasn't on my normal yard-saling route, so I wouldn't have known about it. This was all she needed to write:

"I thought of you when I went to a garage/estate sale this morning...They have a pile of chenille bedspreads- the prettiest one was $15. There weren't a lot of shoppers..."

I hauled ass to Delaware and I bought a pile of chenille bedspreads! The top one is white with flowers, and the bottom are yellow, blue and green popcorn-style spreads. The white one needed an overnight soaking in Biz, but it turned out great. Thank you, Janet!

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Anyone who has read this far into this long-ass post gets to find out some top secret information. I'm starting another blog. Yes, it's true. I'm launching it in a few weeks. Oh, but what will be the subject? An in-depth look at cock socks from around the globe? Perhaps a haunting discourse on picnic baskets and the women who love them? What is your guess? (Family members better keep their damn mouths shut.)

Yard Sale Cotillion

My mom had a yard sale on Saturday. Read about the sale she had a few years ago, if you want to know how she rolls.

These pageant dresses hanging from tree branches are the "Open for Business" flags to let everyone know that the sale has started. My mom has been trying to get rid of them for years.

She was selling four-daughters-worth of prom, sorority, cotillion and semi-formal dresses. Every one more hideous than the next. Velvet, iridescent, tulle, plaid, lace. You name it - we had it. We even found my sister Megan's dress that still had a faint vomit stain down the front. Poor girl must have had a stomach virus that night. Or maybe it was too much Zima in her hairspray bottle.

These two are my sister Erin's pageant/prom dresses. I am proud to say that she was Miss Brigantine second runner-up in 1990. She clinched it with her performance of Honey Bun from South Pacific. I can't even begin to tell you how pissed off she is going to be that I just wrote the last two sentences. (Don't tell her that I found an audio tape of her singing Honey Bun strewn among piles of Sheena Easton and Boy George cassettes at the yard sale. I'm in the process of converting it to MP3 to share with everyone.)

(Don't worry - these ended up going home with Erin. She'll pass them down to her oh-so-lucky daughter.)

Erin may be known for belting out showtunes, but my mom is known for her fake plants. And trees. My sister told me that this sea of silky plants was twice this size before I arrived. We were all so proud of her when she decided to sell them. It is such a big step for a fake plant addict.

Our kids don't mess around when it comes to selling lemonade. That damn tip jar had ten bucks in it by the end of the day.

Remember my brother-in-law, Doug (Erin's husband)? He has a history of dressing up at my mom's yard sales. Saturday was no exception. 

I don't remember this type of clothing ever being in style, but my mom and sister wore it proudly in the 80's. And now Doug continues the tradition...

 

My mom was selling these empty wine carafes for fifty cents. She became irate when I told her that I was throwing them away. "Put them on the FREE blanket. Someone might want them." I need some backup here, readers. Do people really save these? I swear - I won't judge you if you do save them (well, maybe a little). I just need a second opinion.

Return of the Legos

Last Saturday morning, my husband and kids joined me on my yard-saling trip. Usually, I only bring Maeve with me, or I sneak out by myself before anyone wakes up. Before we left, I gave each of the kids a buck. We hit a few yard sales before they were both able to find something that they really liked.  And what does Finn find?  An unopened box of Harry Potter legos. I immediately had dollar signs in my eyes. Dammit. This is exactly why I don't like to bring the kids. I know...I sound like a mean, horrible mommy. But, believe me, my house is already FILLED with lego pieces. We have enough friggin' Spongebob legos to build a life-sized Krusty Krab.

I knew that this box was worth some dough from my previous Lego experience. And it was only two dollars! Finn wanted to buy it, but the evil side of me reminded him that he only had one dollar. I told him that he could buy it if he could successfully convince Maeve to give up her dollar. Oh - too late. She had already found something girly that she wanted to buy. And so the good side of me gave him another dollar and let him buy the Legos.

As soon as we got home, I looked it up on eBay. The same unopened Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Lego set recently sold for $105. By the time I looked up the price, Finn already had the box open and started to build. By the end of the day, he finished putting together the entire set. That's okay, though. The opened box sells for $50-$60 on eBay. (I'm not selling it anytime soon. I'm not that evil.) 

Luckily, I found some things for me, although they probably aren't worth half as much as the damn Legos.  Here are my fifteen dollars worth of finds...

I love this whitewashed bushel basket with the floral lining. The homeowner said it was from the 1950's. I also found a box of old sheet music for two bucks.

Read it and weep...FREE! The homeowner told me that I could have this box of old sewing notions.

With one stipulation...

Her grandmother had lost a sentimental treasure in her sewing stuff.

If I happened to find a tooth, could I please return it to the house?

Um, yeah sure.

Thankfully, I never did find one.

UPDATED TO ADD: About the Legos...I'd love to hear what you would have done. Let him keep the Legos? Or trade it for something else?  Let me know in the comments. 

Pert N' Perky

We just ended a fun-filled week-long visit from my in-laws. This is the first time my husband has seen his mother on Mother's Day since he moved here from Seattle nine years ago. It is always nice when they visit, because I become a tourist in my own neighborhood...we went to Winterthur (the DuPont Family's measly 175-room country estate), the Herr's Potato Chip Factory and the 1704 Brinton House. And the best part? They are antique dealers, so we have the perfect excuse for visiting lots of antique stores & yard sales while they are here.

We went to an estate sale in Wilmington, DE that I read about on craigslist. It was a small house, but we were able to find a few goodies, including the blue & white chenille bedspread and the blue tin picnic basket. My husband, Chris, gets full credit for finding the tin basket.  He went to the basement first, and when I walked down the steps a few minutes later, I found him holding the basket. "You like this, right?" I jumped his bones right then and there. The ten piles of vintage Playboy Magazines certainly helped set the mood.

I won these little hand-painted shop signs on eBay last week. I don't think you would find the green sign in stores today. It says "Child's Pert N' Perky Dresses".  It just doesn't sound right.

My favorite find of the week...five old ledgers from a general store in Bridgeport, PA. I bought these in a great antiques store called Royal Port Antiques in Salem, NJ. The store is owned by the nicest couple, Suzanne and Michael Cooke. In 2003, they bought and renovated a huge abandoned warehouse and turned it into Royal Port, which specializes in Early American antiques and architectural pieces.

Do you remember my brush with movie stardom when I sold an umbrella to a Movie Props Guy at Renningers? That's peanuts compared to the Cookes. Did you ever see M. Night Shyamalan's The Village?  Many of the houses in the movie were furnished with pieces from their shop. They also provided furniture for M. Night's new movie, The Happening. This one isn't a movie, but it is just as cool...Urban Outfitters, Inc. has a new home & garden brand called Terrain. It is basically an Anthropologie store with plants instead of clothes (Joy talked about it here). And, lucky me, the first Terrain store just opened about 20 minutes away. It is a sight to behold. Anyway, the Terrain designers just bought some pieces from Royal Port to use for their funky displays. Bottom line...go to Royal Port Antiques if you are ever in the Philadelphia area!

I talked to the Cookes about my blog, and convinced them that they need to start their own. I'm sure they've got tons of cool stories to share. Get on it, Michael!

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On a totally separate topic, I'd like to thank a few swell people who said some really nice things about me. I know, I know...some of them said these things months ago, but better late than never. Thanks to all of you!

Stash Studios

Reclaiming Miss Havisham

Sandra from Find and Go Seek

Special thanks to JUNKMARKET's Sue & Ki, and their manager, Tim, for interviewing me for their American Junk Club newsletter. It is really an honor for me. I've been following their junking adventures ever since the first time they were in Country Home. I don't have a link because the newsletter is available to club members only, but here's where you can sign up: American Junk Club.

Party Girls & Out-of-Town Junk

In honor of my mother's birthday, we had a girls' day/night out last Saturday. Eleven of us piled into a rented mini-bus and went on a wine tour in Berks County. We hit Clover Hill, Vynecrest and Pinnacle Ridge. Erin and I made "Girls' Day Out" gift bags for all of the lovely ladies, which included chocolate, mints and condoms (you never know). I didn't take a picture of the bags, but this photo graced the front of it:

What a bunch of wild and crazy gals!!! That's me (Little Lord Fauntleroy) with my three sisters and two of my cousins. Pardon the Paris Hilton crotch shots. It's just a shame you can't get a good look at our Smurfette underwear.

We all stayed at Erin's house, which presented the perfect opportunity to hit a bunch of yard sales and new-to-me junk shops during the hour-drive to her house on Saturday morning. On Sunday morning, we made a "quick" trip to Jake's flea market (located 20+ miles beyond anywhere you'd ever want to be).

I'll admit it - it was actually worth the trip.  Here's $50 worth of junk from Erin's neck of the woods (Gilbertsville, PA and vicinity):

Yea!! Another Watt loops bowl to add to my collection. This is the biggest one I've seen so far.  I also bought the milk glass soap dish and tumbler.  It is a really pretty quilted pattern with beads. 

I'm totally digging the child's lawn chair. It is on the verge of breaking into a million pieces. Looks good as long as no one sits in it.

I bought five early reader books from the fifties. I'm guessing that Tom and Susan are the poor man's Dick and Jane.

The bucket once held some type of toys made by Amsco from Hatboro, PA.  Anyone know what was in there?

I found three of these old receipt books from Reliance Eggs in Souderton, PA.

This is Dorothy Mae Sass' history notebook from 1932. On the cover, she drew a ship (complete with a little sea monster in the lower right corner) with crayons. I only bought this because I love the name "Dorothy Mae Sass".

It is filled with pages and pages of class notes:

Here's my big find of the day: a four-foot-long mantel mirror. The guy who sold it to me at Jake's told me that he used to sell mantel mirrors for $100 a few years ago, but now he hardly gets anything for them because they are no longer in demand. Okay, maybe not in Bumf*ck, PA, but other people seem to like them. 

Last but never least...my favorite combo: paint-by-numbers and The Last Supper. 

Da Vinci was a dilettante.

The family that eBays together...

The mermaid glasses that I talked about here are now for sale on eBay!

And, if you are in the market for a funky retro martini set (or just want a laugh), take a look at my Father-in-Law's latest eBay listing. Yes, I am his only daughter-in-law.

As I have mentioned previously on this blog, my in-laws are antiques dealers in Washington state. My father-in-law, Jim, recently started selling antiques on eBay. This created such an excess of fodder for my blog that I don't even know where to begin. He seems to use the titles of his auctions as a contest to see how FEW words he can use to describe the object he is selling. He had an auction for a beautiful green Moorcroft Pottery covered bowl with hibiscus flowers on it. The auction title can be up to 55 characters long. What does my father-in-law put in the title? "Moorcroft bowl".  Nothing about the flowers or the lid or the fact that it was in mint condition. But then he sold it for $94, so I guess I can't mock him too much.

A few months ago, Jim had an auction for an antique miner's candlestick, known as a "sticking tommy". The next day, another seller put up five of the same style of antique candlesticks for sale. 

So, my no-nonsense father-in-law saw that the "sticking tommy" market was now flooded, and proceeded to go to an auction of the other seller and click the "Ask this seller a question" link. He sent the seller a message that read, "You idiot! Haven't you ever heard of supply and demand?"

While I would have never sent another seller a message like that, I can see his frustration. For anyone who sells on eBay frequently, you would know that it isn't too smart to put on several items of the same style at the same time. Potential buyers assume that there are a lot of that item in the market, so they won't bid as high. That seller was essentially screwing himself out of higher bids.

And the seller's response was exactly what I would have predicted: "Who the F*CK do you think you are? You can't tell me what to sell!"

I will slap you

There was only one estate sale in the area last weekend, so I ran into local bloggers/dealers Dona & Connie while I was there. They packed Dona's truck to the brim. I walked away with just a few things, but then noticed that the house across the street was having a sale, too. While I was paying for my pile of stuff, the homeowner's son walked into the garage, looked at my pile and asked, "Is someone really buying this stuff? Why would someone buy this?".  In my mind, I told him that someone would buy it because his mother is a sucker and was selling it all for a pittance. And then I slapped him in the face (in my mind).

Here's a white matte pottery planter, five apple green shutters, a pink apron, set of six floral-painted tin coasters, and a daisy throw. Does anyone know if that type of flowery knitting or crocheting has a name?

I found these at a thrift store. The heavy mother/baby statue appears to be a garden ornament. It is made from cement (or plaster?), and then painted to look like wood.

I have a feeling that the lovely ladies at the thrift store thought this pitcher was a Made-in-China castoff from HomeGoods. God, I love when people are wrong.  I think this one's an oldie.

 

And for something vintage-inspired, but not quite vintage...here is the new lamp over our kitchen table: the Porter Pendant from Pottery Barn. It has an adjustable cord and weighted pulley that let you adjust the height.

And the part that I am most proud of? Chris and I actually installed it ourselves. My whole family just pooped their pants from the shock of it all. I don't do electricity...ever since I stood in my brother's bedroom with a flashlight while my dad asked me to "keep an eye on that broken outlet while I go to the basement and flip the breaker". He wanted to see what would happen. Well, I'll tell you what effing happened. The outlet exploded in my face and my brother's bed caught on fire. I took my fried bangs, hauled ass out of the room, and ended up in the fetal position next to the front door. Thankfully, I was just far enough away from the explosion that I wasn't burned.  And there wasn't too much damage to the house because my dad ran upstairs with a fire extinguisher. My dad, the accountant: not the handiest of men, but at least he was prepared.

Mind-Boggling Vintage Finds

A one-hour lunchtime trek to my circuit of thrift stores yesterday turned out to be pretty fruitful. I spent about $30 for everything here.

I found a glass jar, an aqua painted shelf, a wooden paper towel holder, 5 rolls of aqua Dennison crepe paper (headed for eBay)...

Three tablecloths and a yellow cross-stitched baby quilt...

A milk glass lamp and this cute little felt doll...

And the chess set. Sadly, I found this note at the bottom of the box. It says, "In the event of my death or sickness the chess + board become the property of Margaret BlahBlahBlah". I can't read her last name. That will be my excuse for not returning it to the thrift store.

And I know what you are asking yourself... why does Colleen have this Big Boggle box mixed in with this sea of lovely aqua, yellow and white vintage finds?  I can picture my family members cringing right now.

This disclaimer is for them: I AM GOING TO TALK ABOUT MOM AND BOGGLE. YOU CAN SHUT THE BROWSER WINDOW NOW.

My mom plays Boggle while she goes to the bathroom. Every day. I'll spare you the gory details, but let's just say that my mom likes to take her time when she goes (something about a hemorrhoidectomy and a doctor's recommendation to "take your time"). 

It started back in 1986, when I was in seventh grade. She needed something to do while she was "sitting around", so she bought the Boggle game. But that game was too easy - it only has a four-by-four grid of letters. My mom thought that Big Boggle with its five-by-five grid would be more of a challenge, since she could create longer words.

If you aren't familiar with the game, the object is to write as many words as you can using the connecting letters in the grid. You have three minutes to do so. The words must be at least four letters long. When the three minutes is up, you put the lid on the grid, and shake the letters to mix them up. Then you start all over again.

Now, picture an awkward seventh grader who has just invited some "cool" friends over to listen to Duran Duran and maybe swap leg warmers. A strange sound rings out through the house, amplified by the rug-less bathroom. And it happens every three minutes for about a half hour, sometimes even longer. You try to ignore it, but your friends start asking questions. It is the goddamn Boggle Shake. Yeah...imagine explaining that to your friends. Multiply that scenario by five, for my three sisters and brother, and you have a household who avoids inviting friends over, particularly in the late morning after someone has had a few too many mugs of tea and bran muffins.

Alas, my mom may be a slow pooper, but she is a damn good Boggle player. She should be, after a twenty-two-year non-stop Boggle fest. I cannot imagine that anyone could possibly beat her at this game. Ever. If I played her today, I would probably get around 20 words in three minutes. She averages 56 words. Her all-time high is 105 words (and she's hit that a few times). She goes through an 80-page steno pad in a month...and each page, front and back, is filled with words written in her tiny handwriting. For years, our family has considered buying stock in Mead.

My mom has gone through four Big Boggle games in the past twenty years. Apparently the letters wear away with daily use. Who knew? Oddly enough, Hasbro stopped making Big Boggle a few years ago. It is quite a commodity on eBay, with prices ranging from $20 to $40. No, I'm not selling this one that I got for a buck. I've already promised it to the Boggle World Champion.

Edited to Add (1/5/2008): Don't worry...I will not be removed from my mother's will for writing this post. She actually gave me permission to write this before I published it. I know...crazy! And she even left a comment with some clarification (third comment from the top).

Yes - I'm Alive!

I'm back! The cruise was a blast. We used the ships's child care center at night while Chris, his parents and I would go to the bar and casino. When we would pick the kids up from the "fun place", they would cry their eyes out. They couldn't get enough of the dance parties, pirate night, face-painting and all of the other fun activities. One of their favorite things to do was watch a movie while they swam in the pool. Here they are watching Cars:

At night, they show adult movies (no, not porns). Chris and I watched Bourne Ultimatum on lounge chairs under the stars while the waiter served us martinis. 

Another highlight was seeing Scooby Doo in full dreadlocks walking on the beach in Barbados. He was trying to get the beach-goers to rent his jet-ski. Not something you see everyday.

We returned on December 22nd, and hosted Christmas day at our house. It was a little hectic, but fun.  Maeve was happy with her gifts...

And I was very happy with mine! My mom gave me a Flip camera (after hearing me drop a few hints, and then sending her a link to my Amazon wishlist). I'm planning to use it to show you my vintage finds - it is difficult to do that with the webcam that I have.

And, one of my favorite gifts...a little make-up bag from my sister:

By the way, I'm glad you enjoyed my last post about the keywords that people use to find my blog. I received a couple of questions about where I got that information. I use Google Analytics to track my blog stats. The stats page that comes with Typepad doesn't really tell you much - and it is often inncorrect.  With Google Analytics, you'll also be able to view:

• The countries your readers are from
• Referring sites (all the sites that are linked to you, and how many times people click those links to visit your blog)
• New vs. Returning visitors
• Most-clicked links on your site
• Average amount of time visitors stay on your site

It is very easy to install and completely free. Here are instructions for adding it to:

• Typepad blogs
• Blogger blogs
• Wordpress blogs

And if I get any more kooky keywords in my stats, I will be sure to share them with you again!

Vintage Home Annex

I mentioned in a previous post that the freshvintage sisters would soon have a new venue for selling our vintage finds. We are happy to announce that we will be one of the dealers in the Vintage Home Annex in Paoli, PA!

   

The story began when Sue from Vintage Rescue Squad came all the way from Virginia to visit us at Renninger's. She told us about a great store called Vintage Home that was only ten minutes from my workplace. How the hell did she know about this store and I didn't?? Anyway, I stopped by Vintage Home a few weeks later and chatted with two of the three owners. Sue was right - their shop was right up my alley. Lots of unique vintage goodies and painted furniture. It just so happened that they were looking for dealers for their new "annex", which is actually the former location of their store, just a half-block away.

Starting on Sunday, November 25th, stop by Vintage Home Annex to find our antiques, vintage kitchenware, toys, games, prints, suitcases, frames and just about everything else you've seen here. Erin and I will be working at the shop a couple of Sundays during December, so hopefully we'll get a chance to meet you if you stop by!

And to all of those readers in the U.S., have a Happy Thanksgiving! We will be spending Thanksgiving at my mother's house with my brother, three sisters and the brood of fifteen grandchildren. Eleven of those are ages five and under. It will be a loud day. We all might need a drink or two to drown out the screaming.

What a perfect segue to the "dishes" that I will be contributing to this year's dinner...the Apple Pie Martini and Pumpkin Pie Martini. Every year, we end up bringing too much food to my mom's. So, this year, I thought I would volunteer to be the barmaid instead of bringing another sidedish that ends up getting scooped into the trash when no one is looking.

Pumpkin Pie Martini
Mix 1 oz. Vanilla Vodka
1 oz. pumpkin liqueur
½ oz. Bailey’s Irish Cream
a splash butterscotch schnapps

Shake, then pour and sprinkle with ¼ tsp. pumpkin pie spice. For added effect, rim the glass with fresh lemon juice and crushed graham crackers.

Apple Pie Martini
1/2 oz Vanilla Vodka
1/2 oz Apple Liqueur or schnapps
1/2 oz butterscotch schnapps
1 dash cinnamon schnapps
Apple slices

Pour ingredients into cocktail shaker and add crushed ice. Shake vigorously. Strain into martini glass and garnish with apple slices.

Enjoy!!