I love old stuff. Whether this is cars, houses, furniture or music-even tools. As long as it’s dated, I love it. These items tell their own story. Though we might not know what that is, we can imagine. Let’s take these kitchen utensils for instance.
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You can tell by the wear on the handles that they were loved once. They were probably a wedding gift, or maybe even a birthday gift. I love how each piece shows different signs of wear than the one next to them. Each chip in the paint, crack and splatter of rust can tell you many things about the person who once owned them. First, the woman was gentle, clean and took good care of her belongings. I can see that the peeler in the middle was used most often by the wear of paint, and the melon baller used the least. I can tell you this woman didn’t host many parties, and made do with what she had. In today’s society, we overbuy, fail to appreciate and quickly throw away what we consider, clutter. Machines do everything for us, contributing to this laziness. Reaching further, I wonder…just how else this may be affecting people today.
I love going to thrift/antique shops to find old stuff, this way it can have a place again. This past week Carlie and I went to see what they had. She is so much like me, in the fact that she tells a great story, writes a great poem, and can find one specific piece in the local Goodwill store and will quickly tell a story about it. As we walked through the isles hand in hand, she stopped. I didn’t notice right away as I was inspecting a dated piece of furniture. I felt the tug of her hand soon after, and turned to find her inspecting two antique dolls. I watched her as her eyes went back and forth from each one, her gentle hands carefully touching their vinyl and porcelain parts. She whispered,” Mama these babies haven’t had much love.” “They have all their parts.” “They do not look like your old babies at all” She was right, the dolls that my Great-Grandmothers had given me were in far worse condition than these. One is missing both legs, one arm and its face has cracks all over it. The other two that were given to me, were in better shape though not perfect like these. I asked Carlie, “Do you think that if we brought these babies home that you could love them more?” To which she replied, “Yes, but we need to keep them with your other babies, Mama.” “This way they have friends to tell their own stories with.”
You can observe and understand many things about others by what they throw away.
You can see their stories, their needs, desires as well as their frustrations.
We are never truly alone.
Take notice of the small things, they matter too.