I was browsing round some cool but very dusty charity shops in the later part of today and picked up some little bits that sparked an emotion in me.'
Having noticed these items they really would have meant nothing but dust collectors to me, I proceeded to buy them. Like a Stepford Wife I moved with skill to the desk and asked "how much" please? The older lady looked over the rim of her glasses at me and said how cute she thought they were. She recalled how her mother had filled the house with bird ornaments like these. This lady was probably in her 70's but the quality of the items is superb in comparison with the dull lifeless repro's of today. I bought them as an out of body experience because I just dont "do" ornaments.
Somehow they appealed to a memory locked in my sub conscious which is a strong marketing strategy. Birds....thats what I bought, sweet little porcelain handpainted birds.
Anyway they reminded me of my great Aunt Maryann whose home was filled with little knick knacks, a treasure trove. I spent a few minutes lost in the deep happiness of childhood as I was still there. My dad brought us to visit his Aunt frequently and as he greeted her with great excitement and love, I was checking out my favourite item on the wall at the front door.
A ceramic wall hanging of a horse head jutting out over the top of a stable door. Its. Chestnut face had a long broad white strip running from the forelock to the muzzle of its mouth. Despite my small height and veryyyyy young years, I still managed to touch its nose and pet it.
A few years later it was destroyed in a fire that occurred in the house. While thankfully my Great Aunt was unharmed I mourned the loss of the plaque but the memory stays cemented in my mind.
I still search for one in my everyday hunt for antiquities.
Share some nice memories.
Thats why I love this business.
