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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

September 14, 2005

the vintage poet

no, I am not going to bore you with my poetry * heaven forbid!!* but I was looking through some really old encylopedias this afternoon, trying to find some things for the collage swap and came across this poem.

( a few verses)

the snug little chamber is crammed in all nooks
With worthless old knickknacks and silly old books
And foolish old odds and foolish old ends
Cracked bargains from brokers, cheap keepsakes from friends.

Old armour, prints, pictures, pipes, china, all cracked
Old rickety tables and chairs broken-backed
A twopenny treasury, wondrous to see
What matter? 'tis pleasant to you friend and me

But of all the old treasures that garnish my nest
there's one that I love and I cherish the best;
For the finest of couches that's padded with hair
I never would change thee, my cane-bottomed chair

and this is what is said about the poem:

These verses are touched with true human feeling and although cane-bottomed chairs are now rather out of date, the sentiment attaching to any old chair in which we recall the presence of some departed loved one will never go out of fashion.

don't you just love it !!!


Blogger my vintage days said...

I do like canned bottom chairs. There is an older couple who own a small antique store in the next small town. When ever you go in, there they sit in the corner re-canning chairs for people.

11:27 pm  
Blogger Amy said...

My grandmother had caned bottom chairs, the poem reminds me of her, thanks for sharing it.

6:01 am  
Blogger suburbansider said...

Oh Yes I love it - a lovely poem!
A c\hair like that would be - the best!

12:23 pm  
Blogger Lady Laurie said...

This is a lovely poem and I think the sentiment is so true...

2:54 am  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

Yes, I do just love it! What a quaint and delightful poem! I have 2 chairs up in the attic that were my Grandma's. Her kitchen chair she sat on all the time and a nursing rocker. They are verrry old = ).

11:55 am  

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