The last time I tried to write a blog post it ended up being an incriminating story about dairy products. I couldn’t post it. Hoping today’s post fairs better.
You know those instagram accounts (Pinterest, TikTok, whatever) full of the best parts of someone’s house. Well this is mine, but words only. Mostly just some of the nostalgic sentimental parts. Apparently there are a lot of those, which is strange for someone who has been labeled unsentimental. Pretty much everything in our house is either second hand, inherited, or something we built ourselves. That’s not a flex my 20year old self would’ve thought I would be proud of. It’s wild how different 30 is from 20.
An Ode to Things in My House:
Secretary: There’s a conversation starter hanging out between our dining room and living room in a somewhat inconvenient place. It’s part China cupboard, part desk, part storage. Apparently it’s called a secretary or a Plautdietsch word Grandma Laura uses but I can’t pronounce. It’s old wood finished in a dark reddy colour, not something i would’ve chosen particularly. However it’s one of my favourite things I own because It’s full of family history that I know nothing about and must be over 100 years old. It once belonged to one of my great grand fathers from dad’s family. Grandma Laura says she remembers Grandpa Levi’s dad often sitting there doing his books. He was a meticulous bookkeeper, she says.
Beautiful old Desk with finish wearing off: this one I have had for years. basically half my life. It also belonged to my great grand father, this one in my mother’s family. This history of this desk isn’t as distant as the one above; mums and aunties may correct me, but they remember Great Grandpa Noah using this desk.
Assorted baskets. I own both too many baskets and not enough. One or two come from Africa from when I lived there a life time ago. Some come from friends. Some from my granny. Many I’ve thrifted or picked up free somewhere along the way (my local thrift shop sometimes has piles of them for free!). I have a basket to fit almost anything i own except maybe my car. I once did not remain true to myself and bought a basket off Amazon. I don’t even regret it.
Glass 🐻 Peanut Butter Jar from my mils awesome pantry.
Play tent in B’s room, cheap score from small local charity / thrift shop.
Wooden boxes that do double duty as end table and plant stands that we’ve found around the homestead.
A little ceramic house with a light inside that I stole from my mother.
Dresser and beautiful Wooden rocker from my grandma
Set of bent tin measuring cups that belonged to Brent’s grandma that I use every day.
Massive piece of blue glass from my papa and granny that is an epic conversation starter and fits the boho vibe that may or may not be my personality even though it’s probably out of fashion.
Milk glass vase from my grandma (I think) that holds a rotation of wild flowers all summer long and dried wild flowers all winter long.
An epic red couch / chair set that Big B owned before I was in the picture. He’s like me; of course he didn’t buy them new but off a local insurance’s smoke damage page.
And here we come the abrupt ending. One can’t edit infinitely.
