Monday, November 4, 2013

I remember a quote from a Kris Kristofferson song "partly truth and partly fiction" that always made me a bit uncomfortable.  I am an honest person so it did not quite make sense unless you looked at my possessions.  Some were antiques, some were mid century modern, some were current, some where totally vintage but not easily placed on a time line.  So what was my style?  I had no trouble with my personal style.  But when it came to decor was I traditional or modern or antique or vintage or just plain eclectic?  That is why the song's phrase rang in my head.  Just what image was I projecting?
The truth:  all of the images because I was a vagabond in the decorating world wandering from one love and one place to another.  I would fall madly in love with a mid century vase and then my vagabond heart would wander past it to the hand embroidered dresser scarf that had graced a table in the 1920s.  I would capture  each marker of time, place and beauty and bring it home with me where I could travel back in time with it and explore another life.  It did not require reincarnation.  It only required imagination.  As I held each wonderful vintage item in my hands I could practically feel the life and history it had experienced and thus I could experience it, too.  
I have decided to share those travels with others.  So I invite you to meet some of my wonderful vintage possessions.  If you have known them in your life I hope you will share that experience with me, too.  I love meeting everyone who travels through time as I do.
Does anyone remember these?  I purchased this one around 1971 at the Williamsburg Pottery just outside of Williamsburg, Virginia.  I was living in Richmond at the time and they seemed quite common place in the old Virginia homes.  It is a flower frog vase.  It served me so well for so many years.  It made beautiful little arrangements that sat so well on my table at the time.  Later it held bouquets of clover and dandelions that the children presented to me.  It was so perfect with the tiny holes holding erect each weak little clover and yet keeping an opening for the star of the show:  the bright yellow dandelions and an occasional daffodil.