text and images britt-arnhild
Two cabin Saturdays in a row I visited flea markets.
A lot of bric a brac of absolutely no interest.
Though, hiding in between, small treasures.
My favorites are textiles, especially of they have handmade touches, and old glass.
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Where does this love of old things come from?
To mend, to take care of, to use, to re-use.
"Oh mamma, you are so oldfashioned, sometimes I wonder if you were born before God" - Ingrid sighed this words many years ago, wanting our home to be more like the minimalistic photos she could see in furniture magazines.
I have always loved old stuff (.......and old people :-))
And I am a born collector.
This does not go together with minimalism....
....so if you ever when you come to The House in the Woods, I will show you around. Three floors filled with a life, with lives, with memories, with tales.
From the first tiny little china cup I got when I was two, my first pink diary from I was five, a silved filigree Persian bracelet given me when I was a little girl from my uncle John who traveled the world drawing maps......to quilts everywhere, handpieced and handquilted by me when the kids were small, small puzzle games collected from all over the world, to a collection of spinning tops, another one of chess games, all the way to a wooden redwood bowl bought in Muir Woods in California this summer, or two small beautiful ceramic plates with handpainted birds bought on Madeira last year.
Nostalgia?
Old fashion?
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I like to call it life.
My life. My shared life with my husband.
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By the way, I would love to show you around in The House in the Woods.
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Photos: when I found at one of the flea markets
