When I was a little girl my mother had inherited many pieces of antique furniture and other antique treasures from her grandmother. One of these heirlooms was a spinning wheel. It's hardware was a bit rusted over and the finish was much like the lime wash furniture we see in the furniture stores today. The best part of it was that it worked! I would spend as much time as I could pumping the foot pedal and watching it spin around until my mother would shoo me away with "It's very old! You're going to break it!" Then I would just look at it, admiring it's lines and assembly. This was my earliest memory of my love for vintage things.
There is just something about a well-loved item that appeals to me. Maybe it's the possible story behind it or the stories of the people who's hands touched it. Maybe my love and respect for history transfers over to these things. I don't know for sure, but I do know that I am so glad that I'm not the only one who adores vintage things. I just hope that vintage doesn't become a trend that fades away, hoping to return like a pair of Converse All Stars!
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Well loved is the best. So glad you stopped by. New follower too. love your work.
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