I just love the old sepia toned pictures from the past. I get all nostalgic! I use to think I wanted to live in those wonderful days in the old romantic West….now I know better. Times were very difficult.
I love all the beat up, aged, and rusty items from the past. I can almost hear their stories. The worse the shape…the more the love.
Roses just say ‘tender romantic memories’ !
The house I grew up in was 75 years old, when I was just a child (a very long time ago)….I guess that’s why I have always love the old places…the old things. I couldn’t wait to make this coat rack, out of old door knobs, that I had saved for years. It’s really handy on the back porch. Check out this post, where I was featured on Funky Junk by Donna….http://cheneybaglady.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-featured.html
Old washboards have the most incredible patina, dulled glass, scrubbed wood, burnished green copper…. Anybody hear the stories…I almost hear the clothes flapping in the wind!
It’s days like this, that make me yearn for the touch of my Grandpa’s hand, as he shaved with this very mug.
What stories do you hear?
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