Monday, August 22, 2011
Happy Monday friends! Popping in to show you just why I was so excited about those crates my mother brought back from Madison Bouckville. There are a lot of them, no? I love to stack crates for shelves... these are already built as shelves! They were selling them for so little that she filled the back of her tiny pickup truck. She didn't get much else... this was the gold. We've been cleaning them off and looking for new ways to get organized over at the barn. Who doesn't need more shelves?
The typography is, of course, what I love most. It's clue to the past. The history of these crates is steeped in a local wool slipper business that I found fascinating. You can read about it right here. My mom discovered some old writing in one of them... someone's notes scrawled in pencil. I ran my fingers over the indented lines trying to transport myself back to 1919, if only for a moment. It was the same time of year as right now... wonder if the person who wrote it felt the fall chill in the air like I do today... maybe they did and hoped for more slipper sales!
My mom also picked up a few very old cigar boxes. They're striking aren't they?
And I had had one big wish... a large frying pan for all the cooking this bountiful season inspires. Thanks mom, it's a beauty!