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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

February 09, 2006

bits from my past

"nan, can I have this?"
'now what on earth would you want that old thing for?'
"I want to keep my sugar in it"
' oh for heaven's sake! that old thing? Let me buy you a new canister'
"but I love it! I really want it - it's got a history & it's yours'
"ok" she says, tut tutting as if her eldest grandaughter had *gone abit odd in the head*
* this was in 1975*

when I was little my Nan & pa would take me to auctions. Letting me sometimes buy my own box of treasures. They gave me my love for all things old. which is why I begged my Nan for this old piece of lithgow pottery - all she had in it were used matches from her kooka stove!


Blogger Mindy said...

I love that canister!! Those old canning jars are wonderful for storing grains and what not!! Its fun to take a peek into you home from time to time, thank you for sharing with us!! Would you mind if I put you on my favorite places on my blog?
Have a great day

4:15 pm  
Blogger Carol said...

I can see why you've wanted it.
Wish I'd have something from my grandma too.

7:44 pm  
Blogger Dawn said...

That is a canister that appeals to me as well. Aren't you glad you asked her for it??

7:37 am  
Blogger Amy said...

I see from the photo you have passionfruit, is yours in season now? I'm still waiting for mine to ripen...

9:04 am  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

Oh, just the word auctions...we used to go every Friday night and brought home so much, but what fun bidding!!! Your canister is special...love those old brown glazes.

8:48 am  

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