Leave a comment for me on my last post (Vintage = Memories) as your entry.
Any comment: about something hanging in your closet that you can't part with. That you were the one who purchased her dress on Saturday. That I am way too sentimental. (that may have been suggested as a possibility before!)
Anyway!
Share some thoughts. I will randomly choose a winner on November 1st. Make sure that you leave a way for me to get in touch with you. The winner will choose any wallet that is available in my etsy shop, Tangled Daisies.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Vintage = memories
I finally figured it out. Why anything vintage, antique, or just plain old is so appealing to me. It has meaning. It has life. It has history. It is someone's story.
This past weekend, my daughter's school hosted a rummage sale as a fundraiser and I spent quite a bit of time helping with the event.
Friday morning, a sweet elderly woman came in and asked if I could help her unload her car. We chatted as we made several trips from her car to the gym. She had done some serious housecleaning and was parting with several items that meant a lot to her. She talked about some of them as she set them on the table.
The one that hit me the most was a cream colored dress and jacket. It has a pattern of branches, leaves and acorns woven into the fabric. She had it carefully wrapped in plastic, protecting it. She looked at it one last time before she left the gym, sort of smoothed it, and told me that it was the dress that she had worn to her daughter's wedding, which was clearly at least 30 years before.
And that was when it clicked. That dress was not just a dress. It held very important memories to her. She kept it tucked in her closet for years because it wasn't just a dress, it was a moment in time.
Did she look at and see her daughter getting ready before the ceremony? Could she picture her husband, whom she told me had passed away a few years before, dressed in a suit, ready to walk his daughter down the isle? It brought some sort of pictures to her mind, emotions to her heart.
And that is it. I love the stories in the "old" things that have stuck around for us to run across today. I don't always get to know the stories that go with them, but I can't help but wonder what those stories might be and make some up on my own.
This past weekend, my daughter's school hosted a rummage sale as a fundraiser and I spent quite a bit of time helping with the event.
Friday morning, a sweet elderly woman came in and asked if I could help her unload her car. We chatted as we made several trips from her car to the gym. She had done some serious housecleaning and was parting with several items that meant a lot to her. She talked about some of them as she set them on the table.
The one that hit me the most was a cream colored dress and jacket. It has a pattern of branches, leaves and acorns woven into the fabric. She had it carefully wrapped in plastic, protecting it. She looked at it one last time before she left the gym, sort of smoothed it, and told me that it was the dress that she had worn to her daughter's wedding, which was clearly at least 30 years before.
And that was when it clicked. That dress was not just a dress. It held very important memories to her. She kept it tucked in her closet for years because it wasn't just a dress, it was a moment in time.
Did she look at and see her daughter getting ready before the ceremony? Could she picture her husband, whom she told me had passed away a few years before, dressed in a suit, ready to walk his daughter down the isle? It brought some sort of pictures to her mind, emotions to her heart.
And that is it. I love the stories in the "old" things that have stuck around for us to run across today. I don't always get to know the stories that go with them, but I can't help but wonder what those stories might be and make some up on my own.
Monday, October 13, 2008
October Showers Bring...
Kittens apparently!
I caught a flash of this tiny little lady as I pulled out of my driveway last Wednesday morning. Just a quick blur of orange fur. She was hanging out by my front porch when we got home. And hiding under my car when we went to leave a few hours later. That was the moment I was smitten. By the time I got home with my wonderful sister-in-law's kitty house (as my Troops have named the carrier), the poor baby was soaked from the rain & looking completely pathetic huddled under a bush.
So, I introduce you all to the newest addition to our family. This is Squeek, named by the Troops for her tiny little meow. She weighed all of 1.1 pounds when we took her to the vet the day after we found her. Squeek is tough - she seems to handle being told "Kitty, Get it!" when my 2 year old decides it is time to play with her. And she has yet to get really upset when my 5 year old gets so excited she can't keep her hands off of her. She will fit right in!
Yay for October showers!
PS - sorry for the not so great photo - camera phone!
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