I have an old crock pot that doesn’t work anymore. . . . next year, the base will become a planter in my garden! The ceramic pot will become an indoor planter for the kalanchoe that just won’t die. Not that I’ve been trying to kill it.
But I’m getting off topic. Reusing both the pot and base means I don’t have to toss something that won’t biodegrade.
The last new purchase I made, and probably the only one this year, was a mat for outside my door that says “Wipe your paws” (I have dogs). It’s manufactured in the U.S. from recycled materials, both big pluses in my book. Had it been from China, I’d have immediately put it back down.
I love vintage items. Old or antique, it doesn’t matter what it’s called. If it was previously owned, it has a story. Probably one I’ll never know but I like wondering. Who had it first? A young wife beginning a life with her new husband? A bachelor destined to always be alone? How did it get scratched or dented? Was it carelessly given away or passed down in the family? It’s massively fascinating to me.
I think this appreciation has developed from my own advancing age (HA! Okay! I’m only 45. But still). I’m sure when I was younger I viewed “old” things as junk, like many people do.
I feel differently now. I wish my brother and sister did as well! Our paternal grandmother passed away almost 11 years ago. A large portion of her belongings ended up with me. My siblings had neither the room nor the inclination to be the pack rat that I am. And they have no interest in taking anything.
My brother, who recently moved into a new home, removed the photo I’d put on his fridge. One of our dad, also no longer here, when he was 2. It’s sooooo cute! But no, it ended up hidden in a drawer. I just don’t understand that.
The vintage, coffee table made from reclaimed wood that I gave him as a housewarming gift. . . . he said he’ll probably give back to me. Huh?!
Yesterday, of all things to come across, while I was rummaging around, I found my grandma’s shower curtain 🙂 There’s absolutely nothing spectacular about it. It is just a shower curtain after all! But I remember it. And it’s dark green, a color suiting my own bathroom. AND it’s made in Canada! It’s one of my favorite discoveries when I check the tag to see where something is made and it’s NOT China! Stuff from “back then” was more commonly made in Canada, before everything was out sourced.
So I washed that shower curtain (fabric of course!) and hung it in my bathroom. Weird, maybe. I don’t care. I’m giving it a new life after being in a box for over a decade, lol.
I thought I’d share a few photos of some of my most-loved pieces. I have larger ones, such as the table my computer sits on right now, the antique rice bucket holding my hand and ankle weights or the weathered trunk with my grandmother’s name and the words Steamboat Mountain barely visible on it. I didn’t take pictures of those though.
For today, I haphazardly selected various, smaller items and took quick, unprofessional snap shots.
A blue, glass decanter missing it’s top.
A 1950’s cookie tin. I LOVE tins and do admit to having “just a few” 🙂
They’re great for non-plastic storage!
A ceramic vase once owned by my maternal grandmother. Unfortunately, she lived in a different city and most of her belongings were given to charity when she passed away.
An old coffee tin, rusty and dented, that I use as a garbage can in my sewing room.
An apple cider jug I use for collecting loose change.
I have plenty of other stuff. In boxes or bins, inside and out in my shed. I KNOW I must whittle it all down. But I love it when I “find” things I’d forgotten about! I think what I should at least be doing, because I don’t have the room for it all to be on display, is rotate my favorite items. Maybe every 6 months? Or once a year? I’ll have to ponder the idea. And sell a few things. . . . . .sigh. . . . . anyone who is a pack rat will understand my difficulty 🙂