I thank Meggie for inspiring me for this post. I just love old stuff. The wee fellow above I bought about 14 years ago for $45 in an antique shop in Christchurch. You wind him up, he bangs the drums and clashes the symbols.
I also love Blue and White china. I am not sure if that is due to my Nana having a blue and white house, or if I just love the colour mix. Either way, when I was in Delft I loved it. Some of the china above is from Chezoslovakia...and in the corner (right hand) you can just see my great grandmothers china teapot. I am too scared to use it but love seeing it. It has a silver spout.
This is my Great Grandmother's hand crocheted tea cosy. My Mum has fitted it to modern-day insulation material but again, I don't use it too often other than to put on my head and dance about at parties. As you do.
Ah. My oldest dolls. Mary Christmas with the handpainted face. For years I thought she was a copy of my ol' godmother Lulu (her real name believe it or not) and I still have her (the doll that is) about but my kids were frightened of her so she took a rather dusty back seat. Next to her is Fatleg Molly, as you can also see she is staring to fall to bits and the bits of foam to the left of Mary belong to her. She is handknitted. And falling to bits. Jeez, they don't make wool like they used. This stuff must be only about 40 years old!!!
This is a doll that my grandparents bought back when they went round the world in 1955. She was bought in Port Said and they bought her for the first grand daughter they had. Now, my mum is their eldest child and she had just got married in 1955. When I arrived at the arse-end of 1960, this doll became mine. The next Grand daughter didn't arrive until 1977 and she is now teaching in China. Go figure.
I named her Sally, the doll that is. When I first got her she was almost the same height as me. I used to play dentist and pushed in her teeth. They were made of paper. Her eyelashes also got a hammering when I played at eye-doctor. In 1994, when I moved to Christchurch and had my own daughter I decided to get her "restored". Some of her has been lost but overall she looks great. She is older than me, but shorter. I take some comfort from that.
I guess that anyway, in my "moment of Zen" - we go out of this world the same way we came in - bald and toothless. Just that on the way out, not so many people are that keen for you to sit on their lap!!
Cheers for the old stuff.