Nostalgia, I suppose, is an occupational hazard for anyone in the ‘vintage’ game. A by-product of loving old stuff. But, funnily enough, my nostalgia has been prompted recently not so much by things from my distant past, but by things from the more recent present. You could call it stuff that I have loved and then lost. Intentionally lost, of course, or {more accurately} sold. But even so, I have discovered that it’s possible to miss things that were never part of your life anyway.
When I set out to find beautiful vintage things, the prerequisite is always, always, always that I love them enough to own myself. ‘It’ has to have enough of a pull to make me think that if I didn’t sell it, I would happily live with it. And so it is that I have been reminiscing about some of the more remarkable finds, wondering where they have ended up, and who is loving them now.
Some favourites that have found their way to another new life feature here…
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And finally, beauty can be found in many places, and one unexpected treasure I came across lurking at the back of our garden shed last week was this decaying pair of scissors. So functional, and borderline brutal in their proportions, but somehow full of symmetry and rusty charm.
Rusty scissors
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The rusty scissors also have the added charm of resembling a smiling face:)
Aha, a photographer’s occupational hazard… #iseefaces?