Showing posts with label Antiques. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Antiques. Show all posts

Thursday, December 12, 2013

History: Past, Present and Future

Thursday, December 12th, 2013


Look at these beauties! Two elegant 1920s-style statues which I saw in an antiques warehouse recently. They're not as heavy or solid as they look, but they still look amazing and simply ooze style. I wish I had the money to buy them!
I love looking around antiques shops, it is one way to connect with the past which almost puts you there, rather than reading about it in a book or watching it re-enacted on TV. I love to wonder about the previous owners of these items, who they were and what they did and where they had them in the house, and most saddening of all, how these items came to be in the possession of an antiques dealer.
I have bought a couple of items from antiques dealers over the years - nothing too expensive, just stuff I liked - but I'd love to be able to buy more, and have the space to put it all in! I love having the past around me while living in the present and looking to the future. It's very grounding.

He looks arrogant, but undeniably elegant
Nobody should be without a wooden statue of a bear
wielding serving trays in the shape of leaves and shells
She's got quite a glare on her, this one
Aw, bless her... The Virgin Mary clutching her price tag.
Or maybe she's praying somebody will buy her?
Can't decided whether this looks 1920s or 1980s. Big shoulder pads,
 shades, severe hairstyle. Is it Magenta Devine?
I'm glad the model on top is a lady because
 that vase looks decidedly phallic
Reflections of the way life used to be, as a certain Motown diva once sang

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Bedtime stories and amazing adventures

Wednesday, November 13th, 2013


My ongoing task of sorting through my past and ridding myself of unwanted clutter has reached children's storybooks. Blimey, what a blast from the past!
Asterix, Noddy, Thomas the Tank Engine (why do people call him just "Thomas the Tank"? I've never understood that, he's a train, not a tank), The BFG, Rupert the Bear... the list goes on.
And they are such lovely books, most of them beautifully illustrated and they act like time machines right back to my childhood. Bedtime stories with my dad doing all the funny voices, marveling at the pictures and imagining being in them, playing the story out as if I am in it.
I miss the innocence of being a kid, when the only things that really matter are largely contained within the imagination. Not many children bother themselves with the mundanities of adulthood.
Losing yourself in a good book is one of the best feelings for anyone of any age, and I still do it now. But it really does mean more when you're a kid and the boundaries between reality and fiction are much more indistinct.
So I'll be getting rid of Noddy and Rupert and Asterix with a heavy heart, because losing those childhood stories is like permanently turning my back on parts of my past that I treasure.