I realize as I am thinking back to all of the decorations we had in our house growing up, that there were a lot of ceramic pieces. I know my mom has bought quite a few pieces at yard sales. We have a few ceramic bottles with “Rotterdam” stamped in them that I have always loved. I remember looking at them on the shelf, or through the glass in the living room cabinet thinking about where they came from and how old they looked (if in fact they are that old). I could just stare at them and imagine how they were used and who might have used them. It was fascinating to me to think that this ceramic bottle was possibly used a hundred years ago. I don’t know what the chances of that actually are, but I just loved those pieces.
In high school I decided it was time to change the decor in my bedroom. I wanted something more sophisticated, vintage, romantic…so I chose to have a French cafe theme. (Don’t worry, this all ties in). When I was getting the finishing touches together in my room, I thought of my mom’s pottery pieces in the living room. I knew just the one that would add the right flare to my dresser: it was this old-looking pot with double handles with some sort of tenmoku glaze. I put a bouquet of warm flowers in it and it was perfect!
Early this winter when I was packing up my things to make my big move to NH, I realized that I needed to leave the pot behind. I brought it to my mom and thanked her for letting me have it in my room for so long. To my surprise she said, “Oh you keep it. I don’t want that ugly thing.” HA! I laughed so hard and was so excited to take it with me (and so was my mother). I guess I never realized she wasn’t such a big fan of it the way I was.
So, now it sits on the window sill in my bedroom with the same flowers in it as before. I love having this little piece of “home” from the bedroom I grew up in, now in my new one.