I remember knowing at a very young age that my mother's favorite color was white. My kindergarten self was skeptical that white counted as a color- surely you have to pick blue or yellow or green!- but gave her the benefit of the doubt. Visiting home recently, I was struck by this pure white, almost super-white, little display she created in the kitchen.
The light fixture is original to my parents' 120+ year-old Chicago home, and they installed and painted the wainscoting years ago. One of their neighbors left the shelf on the curb so my mom picked it up (something that would have mortified me in junior high, and that I do constantly these days) and painted it. The vintage bottles are all from Chicago or Chicago-adjacent dairies or soda pop companies.
This display changes frequently- last time I was home I think there were silver baby mugs hanging from the hooks, and I remember a charming group of colorful vintage juice glasses. But I'm my mother's daughter and love grey, white, and cream, so this is definitely my favorite arrangement so far.
Image: Tess Wilson