December 13, 2009
Ordinary
I like ordinary things. Plain, everyday things that have been lived with for a long time. New has little appeal for me, instead it’s the scratched piece, or the one with a dent I like. The well-loved, but not threadbare thing I, or someone else, have owned for years. There’s a sense of continuity that makes me feel at home.
When I look around my house I see the couch my husband brought from his first marriage (it’s in ridiculously good condition) and the china hutch I brought from mine, a cupboard my husband made using old glass doors I found at a garage sale, a desk I bought at an estate sale 27 years ago. And little things: cloth napkins that get softer with each washing, a small clock I can hear tick-tocking from the other side of the house, mixing bowls I’ve collected from thrift stores and garage sales, the afghan I crocheted while healing from my first heartbreak a lifetime ago.
They’re all ordinary things, simple belongings that remind me that I’m making a home to live in for a long time. They’re part of my future now, as well as my history.
What ordinary thing makes you feel cozy in your home? Does it have a story?
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4 comments:
Hi Cara, Thanks for stopping by and saying hello! I love your sweet Plum Cottage site and your drawer full of lovely, soft napkins...I will be back soon for another visit.
Books that have been read again and again; the couch, chair and bed I bought for my first home (in 1984!); favorite movies that seem like old friends; handmade things that I know are uniquely mine.
I love the sound of your napkins, softened over time.
Everything I own has a story!
That's what I love about our home, all the stories.
Great picture!
I could have written this myself. I love old things and thrift shops and scratched furniture and vintage ornaments. It's all about how you put it together. I don't know. It all makes me feel so comforted.
You hit the nail on the head when you said, "They’re part of my future now, as well as my history."
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