...for ye olde broad!
Wednesday was my birthday, and though I admit that my family says I'm difficult to buy for (I have or make most everything I need!), there are so many things out there to love, I'm still certain I'm easy to please.
My Oldtimer is particularly adept at finding things that make me happy. One of the things I've come to truly appreciate are old, primitive furnishings. When I was younger, Lolo loved the primitive furnishings, and I just didn't get it then. Now, there's just something about an aged, handmade table or chest or cupboard that gives me great joy. Oldtimer was with me when I spotted a cupboard that I loved, but couldn't quite justify buying. Weeks later, when I announced that I thought I had figured out a place for the cupboard, and was going back to see if it was still there, he told me that he called the shop and they said it was no longer there. That was not a lie - it was no longer there, because it was hidden in our garage, awaiting my birthday.
Here's a photo of the cupboard from the outside:
And the interior:
The well-worn latch:
And one of the rusty hinges:
Don't you just love the fact that it shows evidence of not just handcrafting, but extensive use, AND even the wayward child who apparently thought it would be a good idea to write on it?
I'm no longer certain where it will go in the house, nor am I certain what I'll display. I'm toying with something that includes old linens and doilies, and some of my old bottle or blue canning jar collection. I do know that during the time it spends with us it will be well-loved.