I express my vintage-ness in many ways. The way I dress, the makeup I face the world with every day,the music I listen to, the books I read. And the things I hunt out and buy.
Carboots, charity shops and Ebay are my stomping grounds. I love nothing more than mooching around an early morning carboot searching for mismatched plates (my current collection is 12 in count and all for the princely total of about a fiver), nipping into a charity shop and finding a shelf full of George VI commemerational items or tapping "Land Girl badge" into Ebay to find a reasonably priced plethra of them.
But there are certain things that I gaze at lovingly and think "Who did you belong to?" It is the personal history of items that now adorn my home that really makes me smile. Who used to wind the 1930's clock I now wind each morning, so that I can enjoy it's melodic ticking in the evening when I return home from work? Was it a wedding present? Quite possibly - but who's?
How did my beautiful WW1 commeration "Peace" jug survive all this time with no cracks and only slight fading? Did the previous owner have it as pride of place on a table in the hall, with flowers in it as it does now, next to the picture of a brave, perhaps lost, loved one?
My lovely blue bowl, now sitting on the hearth filled with crystals and a secented candle did not begin life as such. I am sure, by its age (approx 1890's) it's past consists of being paired with a water jug and used as a wash bowl. I secretly hope this will be my Antiques Roadshow "HOW much???!!" moment at some point in the future!
Who laboured their days in a reserve trench filling an empty shell with the ever surrounding mud and hammered out a stunning poppy to make the Trench Art I now polish with affection?
What are your vintage treasures?
Please comment - I'd love to know!