When I was little, ok, I was never little (always cute though), but when I was young, my grandmother had this shelf thing that she called a "what-not". It was a dark wood, rickety, multi-tiered piece that held antiques from a time long ago passed. It always fascinated me, but we really were not supposed to touch it, or the things on it. I did.
I remember this sword brass hordorve set. Each sword had cloisonne adornment on its handles. All the swords propped regally in a miniature sword holder. Those tips were sharp-I know. I seriously doubt it ever speared food to be served at a party, but it held a royal place on the what-not.
I remember small porcelain pieces, little fragile items of not much use, but pretty to look at.
I remember a coffee grinder that came from Aunt Annie's farm Speaking of Aunt Annie, I also remember my grandmother telling me about the woman, and how she tatted.
That tatting fascinated me.
Aunt Annie perfectly executed those bazillion tiny little stitches, into doilies, or other relatively useless, but pretty thing.
Maybe Aunt Annie had much time on her hands.
Perhaps she found joy in simple creation.
I would bet she baked bread, too, fresh every day.
It is quick and easy to go buy a doily (if you really have a yearning for a doily).
It is much less time consuming to go buy a tablecloth than to tat one.
Better yet, go sans-cloth (minimalistic is in these days),
or ditch the diningroom all together and eat out.
Bread can be bought for a buck fifty.
As I am rambling in a round about way, I admitting my addiction to my laptop.
I could be knitting.
I could be cleaning my toilet.
I could be making jam.
Instead, I am pounding on a laptop that connects me to the world.
I find I do not have time for such hand toiling. I prefer to tap keys with my time.
Sometime, or many times, I am frustrated to my addiction.
Hubby soduko's, and I computer, while we sit at opposite ends of the couch watching tv (usually reality tv shows, how ironic)
I am wondering if my reality should be off this computer.
Tidbit for enlightenment: A what-not is a piece of furniture derived from the Frenchétagère, which was exceedingly popular in England in the first three-quarters of the 19th century. It usually consists of slender uprights or pillars, supporting a series of shelves for holding china, ornaments, trifles, or what not, hence the allusive name.
Lisa E. AGlitteryVintagePlethora
I’m a bitch I’m a lover I’m a child I’m a mother I’m a sinner I’m a sant I do not feel ashamed I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothin’ in between You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way
no, Really, I am
I grew up in the suburbs of pittsburgh and now, again, this is where i am at now.
I have lived here and abroad and my dream location would be probably north caroline.
i need all seasons to feel right with the world.
My fav places the mountains and the ocean.
I love snow. I love sand. I love the sun warming my skin. I love my family the most and that includes furbabies.
I have a major obsession with vintage costume jewelry. I am now in the process of cataloging what I have by blogging about a piece a day. This obsession is beyond control actually.
I love to thrift shop. It is the thrill of the hunt. I do not like mainstream shopping at all. The only stores I frequent are Sams and Shop N Save (I do not purchase thrifted food, although I do look for reduced items there too)