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"She seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if she had surprised a butterfly in the Winter woods"
(edith wharton)


Sunday, 21 February 2010

we all dream, we all have wishes & everything has a story

[these pegs are not originally from Inglewood, they have lived here for just on 10yrs. before that? I don't know. I bought a tin of them in a junk shop, long forgotten. do they carry the memory of where they have lived?]

I have a thing about old wooden clothes pegs. I also have a thing about wooden spoons. I love the feel of them against the skin of my hand, as I hold them I wonder about the woman who owned them, what were her passions, her loves, her wishes and her dreams. I feel a connection with a woman unknown and long gone from Earth.
these pegs are not elegant, but simple. is there such a thing as simply elegant? if so, that is exactly the words that I would use to describe the pegs.

do you have something similar that whisks you back to days gone by? something that you touch and you begin to wonder about its story?

[if you would like this collection of 6 simply elegant pegs from 'beyond' Inglewood.. all you have to do is tell me, here in a comment & I will pick a name from a hat [vintage of course!]. this is my way of paying forward all the lovely comments and support over the past week]

12 comments:

linda may said...

G'Day Robyn, I love sticky beaking through junk shops. I bet there are some good ones around the mountains where you live.
Stay positive and don't count your chickens before they hatch, then work on the outcome either way mate.

Fire Byrd said...

I have a collection of silver cigarrette boxes. The sort that people in the movies in the 40s used to keep in the pocket. My favourite not only for how it feels and looks, but but because inside it is engraved with RUTH 1939 and I wonder so much about Ruth and what happened to her.
xx

laoi gaul~williams said...

i use pegs like that when i hang my washing out :) they are beautiful things that take me back to days past

amelia said...

I would love your pegs, I would really treasure them.

For me it's old barns. I can walk around inside and feel the things that have happened inside. They have a certain smell, very woody. I love them...

mxtodis123 said...

I think that's part of the reason I love collecting old items...the fun of trying to picture the life of the previous owners. I don't have any collections at the present time, but I do have a couple of very old books...and a copy of a first draft of a book that I don't ever think made the final publishing. I've often wondered about that person.
Mary

Beatnheart said...

Good Morning!! My heart feels gladened(is that a word!) that you are feeling better..I like what Linda said...its so true...create your own outcome...also..what is "sticky beaking" ?!

Janet said...

I have a book that is very old....1800's....and I often wonder about the person who bought it and all the ones after who read it. The spine is leather and beginning to fall apart but I love it.

Your clothes pegs remind me of my mom. She always hung the wash on the clothesline year 'round!

~Sheila~ said...

I have an antique pine rocking chair that PH bought me for my
21st birthday. It was over a 100 years old then. I sat in it with my babies and wondered what other mothers had sone the same thing while nursing their babies ove the previous century..XX
I used to make clothes pin dolls with those pegs many years ago.

gemma said...

Hanging laundry out to dry does put me in touch with women of old. Also shucking corn and cleaning corn husks makes me feel connected.Those are sacred acts to me because of that spiritual feeling I get.

Pam said...

Hi Robyn - a big bright hug for you this morning and wondering how you are xx. My Dad's parents have been in my mind a lot lately. My grandmother used to have one of those country clothes lines - the forked branch with the wire strung between two wooden structures, and the wooden pegs remind me of her.I would be thrilled to have yours added to my meagre collection if I'm lucky in the draw!! Was thrilled recently when, going through things in the process of her house move, my mother said "I don't suppose you want this", and it was my grandfathers ashtray that was always by the old heavy black phone. It was a Goodyear tyre duplicate,surrounding the heavy glass.Hadn't seen it since I was four! Actually it's an ugly looking thing, but so lovely to have a memory materialize. I've put flowers in the ashtray instead of ash - brightened it up no end!!

Diva Kreszl said...

I love this post, perhaps because it sums up so well my love for all things vintage! They do all have their own stories to tell...I love to imagine each one!

Cheryl@Gingerbread Crafts said...

For me it's my vintage sewing machines at the moment I have 5 of them. 1 hand cranked, 3 treadles and 1 electric, all Singer.

I can't help but wonder how many outfits have been sewn at these machines by the women of bygone eras. I like to think that they have left their essence on the machines and that mine will be passed onto the next owner. So far I have only got 2 to working standard, they sew beautifully. My son makes boxer shorts on the handcrank for his father and himself. I plan to make a "vintage" nightie and camisoles on them for myself.