When I found out about Marie's party I immediately "ran" over there and signed up....'cause you all know that heirloom aka as 'old stuff' is right up my alley. Yes, I have inherited a couple of pricey pieces of furniture but they are not what comes to mind when I think of my favorite pieces. My favorites really have no monetary value at all but are priceless to me.......because they came from the hands of my Mom and Daddy. From the time I set up housekeeping I was forever more dragging something home I had found at an unreal price.....but invariably it needed some kind of fix. One of my favorites is a set of vintage cast iron floral garden chairs. I was on the road headed down to the "rivah" cottage one Friday. The boys were just little things then. And I spotted a couple of ratty old chairs on the side of the road with a cardboard sign on them that said $5.00. I whipped my old station wagon over so fast it wasn't funny. Crusty, rusty, peely, chippy and white..... those old chairs were. BUT...and this is a big BUT, they had no seats or backs. But I knew Daddy could fix them right up for me. And that he did. Those old chairs have been with me for nearly 25 years now and I love them as much as the day I spotted them on the side of the road. They have gone thru numerous makeovers since then with new fabric coverings but have never been painted. I think you can say I knew and loved shabby before it was the "thang."
Not only could my Father fix anything, he could make anything. He has been gone for a long time now but my home is filled with things or memories he made. He loved wood working and I have the most fabulous clocks he made. Just a quick glance to catch the time and there is a sweet memory of him. When the boys were small I had portraits painted of them and Dad made the walnut frames for the paintings. When we have a storm and lose power I have an old kerosene lamp we use that is encased in a holder that Dad made. Everywhere in my home there is a reminder of him and someday will be heirlooms for my children.
I love crafting and sewing and decorating and makeovers and anything that gets my creative juices flowing. And so does my Mom. That's a most precious heirloom item I inherited from her. Only thing is Mom could paint and I can't. I remember her oil paints set up on the kitchen table in the winter time when I was a little girl. This painting is one she has already passed on to me. I cherish it for two reasons. One is the fact that it is a still life of the fruit basket that still sits in her kitchen today. The other is the frame. I found that fabulous farmhouse style frame that is shabby and the perfect compliment to the painting, in the basement of my Mother-in-law's house years ago. Now...I ask you?....is that a perfect marriage or what? A beautiful reminder and memory of my Mom and the best Mom-in-law any daughter-in-law could ask for. Dot is no longer with us either but my 85 year old Mom is. Just the other day Mom and I went on a little antiquing trip and it was her advice and knowledge that led me to buy the fabulous old items I bought that day.
Thank you for reading this today. LOL....I realize I got a little long winded, as I know you have lots of fabulous blogs to visit today but it's "For the Love of Old" that caused me to yammer on. Thanks to Marie and her so much fun idea of a Heirloom Party. You can click here for a whole list to visit. Have a super fine and sweet weekend.