story time
i like things with stories, if you haven't already guessed. i like knowing histories, hearing the narration, telling the tale. i come with a story and it seems only natural that my things to as well. don't get me wrong, there are many things i must buy without a past, though they need not be mentioned. however, other things i do not think twice about reusing.
for instance, the coat i wear is older than i am. my dad bought for my mom the winter she became pregnant with me...so technically, it was mine from the beginning. it has one of those tan suede bodies, brown fur around the collar and the big wooden buttons. it sat in the closet for the past 20 years just waiting to come back into style. now that i've claimed it, i'll continue to wear it even as it goes back out of style.
i enjoy telling its story when someone makes a comment.
man, i love that coat.
i acquired a most random item last week, a chandelier. it is from my first project all my own. i was walking around the space during demolition with the contractor. there in the middle of the former law office's conference room, i spotted it. i jokingly asked if any of the construction workers were taking it home with them and bob the builder [that's what i call him] offered it to me graciously. i know, i know, all of my things are contained within the single room i spent the last 20 years growing up in,
but someday, i promise i will move out.
and someday, i promise, i will have a place for a chandelier.
while antique shopping in iowa i found a trunk from the 1920s. both of my grandparent's have one at the end of their bed and i think since i was small, i dreamed of one for me as well. i always had my eye out, but had never found the perfect one, at least until this summer. for $60 is it was a deal i couldn't pass up. i wonder where it's traveled and what it's held. i wonder who left the scratch on the side and why the leather handle has snapped. i'll never know, but i like knowing there is a reason. my grandfather and i spent the friday after thanksgiving fitting a new cedar lining for the inside. what a special memory. i will never open it or breath in that distinct aroma without thinking of our shared project. someday it will sit at the end of my bed, but for now, it resides in the middle of my room. another chapter in its story.
yesterday, i spent my entire afternoon and evening with half a dozen different groups of people. it was really a quite eclectic and fantastic day. first an afternoon in old town with holly, then dinner with two groups of girls i formally lead in summer studies. i met old friends from college and new friends in wichita for drinks, only to unexpectedly finish the night with a co-worker celebrating a birthday with friends at the anchor.
all people in totally different places of life,
with completely different views,
each redefining truth in his or her own way,
and all with a story of their own.
i loved spending my moments listening to them tell pieces of it.
note to self: do not, i repeat, do not, get a coffee at 12:30 am no matter how good it sounds or you will find yourself again, still up at 5am and going into work at a ridiculous time.
for instance, the coat i wear is older than i am. my dad bought for my mom the winter she became pregnant with me...so technically, it was mine from the beginning. it has one of those tan suede bodies, brown fur around the collar and the big wooden buttons. it sat in the closet for the past 20 years just waiting to come back into style. now that i've claimed it, i'll continue to wear it even as it goes back out of style.
i enjoy telling its story when someone makes a comment.
man, i love that coat.
i acquired a most random item last week, a chandelier. it is from my first project all my own. i was walking around the space during demolition with the contractor. there in the middle of the former law office's conference room, i spotted it. i jokingly asked if any of the construction workers were taking it home with them and bob the builder [that's what i call him] offered it to me graciously. i know, i know, all of my things are contained within the single room i spent the last 20 years growing up in,
but someday, i promise i will move out.
and someday, i promise, i will have a place for a chandelier.
while antique shopping in iowa i found a trunk from the 1920s. both of my grandparent's have one at the end of their bed and i think since i was small, i dreamed of one for me as well. i always had my eye out, but had never found the perfect one, at least until this summer. for $60 is it was a deal i couldn't pass up. i wonder where it's traveled and what it's held. i wonder who left the scratch on the side and why the leather handle has snapped. i'll never know, but i like knowing there is a reason. my grandfather and i spent the friday after thanksgiving fitting a new cedar lining for the inside. what a special memory. i will never open it or breath in that distinct aroma without thinking of our shared project. someday it will sit at the end of my bed, but for now, it resides in the middle of my room. another chapter in its story.
yesterday, i spent my entire afternoon and evening with half a dozen different groups of people. it was really a quite eclectic and fantastic day. first an afternoon in old town with holly, then dinner with two groups of girls i formally lead in summer studies. i met old friends from college and new friends in wichita for drinks, only to unexpectedly finish the night with a co-worker celebrating a birthday with friends at the anchor.
all people in totally different places of life,
with completely different views,
each redefining truth in his or her own way,
and all with a story of their own.
i loved spending my moments listening to them tell pieces of it.
note to self: do not, i repeat, do not, get a coffee at 12:30 am no matter how good it sounds or you will find yourself again, still up at 5am and going into work at a ridiculous time.
posted by jill m at 3:49 AM
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