~* Boho Bazaar *~
This morning I attacked a mission impossible.
To sort out my vintage bags, gloves, accessories... All those beautiful trinkets that have no place of their own in our tiny home so they just lie around in haphazard piles.
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My grandmother had a coffee set, with a single deep red rose in each cup. Those were the most beautiful cups I'd ever seen. We weren't allowed to touch them when we were little, but I dreamed of one day having one of those cups, all of my own.
So.... ever since I was a student I've toured antique markets, shops and auctions, buying those - now considered antique - cups, one at a time... And I've managed to collect 30 of them!
They're in full use too; to be enjoyed, not just preserved.
[caption id="attachment_7843" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Those rosecups - a little touch by my grandmother"]
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My grandmother was a celebrated beauty in her heyday. She really was traffic-stoppingly gorgeous. Whenever she went to a photo shop to have her picture taken, the shop kept her photo in the window as and advertisement - until she came back next year, to have another photo taken.
She was also the first woman in Kotka to drive a car. Very progressive, if you ignore the little things, such as fences or traffic signs that she habitually run over en route...
Kröhm. I just realised that in addition to gathering all things wonderful, we have something else in common... I wonder if people told her she drives like a mad Frenchman (woman). I get that a lot.
My most priced possession in the world are old photo albums from the family. I couldn't care less if they're torn and worn - they couldn't be more dear to me.
In this one, my father around the age of one, and my grandmother ♥♥♥.
~*♥*~
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My grandmother had a coffee set, with a single deep red rose in each cup. Those were the most beautiful cups I'd ever seen. We weren't allowed to touch them when we were little, but I dreamed of one day having one of those cups, all of my own.
So.... ever since I was a student I've toured antique markets, shops and auctions, buying those - now considered antique - cups, one at a time... And I've managed to collect 30 of them!
They're in full use too; to be enjoyed, not just preserved.
[caption id="attachment_7843" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="Those rosecups - a little touch by my grandmother"][/caption]
My grandmother was a celebrated beauty in her heyday. She really was traffic-stoppingly gorgeous. Whenever she went to a photo shop to have her picture taken, the shop kept her photo in the window as and advertisement - until she came back next year, to have another photo taken.
She was also the first woman in Kotka to drive a car. Very progressive, if you ignore the little things, such as fences or traffic signs that she habitually run over en route...
Kröhm. I just realised that in addition to gathering all things wonderful, we have something else in common... I wonder if people told her she drives like a mad Frenchman (woman). I get that a lot.
My most priced possession in the world are old photo albums from the family. I couldn't care less if they're torn and worn - they couldn't be more dear to me.
In this one, my father around the age of one, and my grandmother ♥♥♥.
~*♥*~