Misty mountains
I bumped into this vase about four times in the same thriftshop. The first four times I didn’t take it home, dunno why really, ‘cause it did catch my eye. The fifth time I still liked it and I felt sorry for the poor thing. I often get overwhelmed by a feeling of pity for items that nobody seem to like. So I took it home. (Now you also know why I have visited an animal shelter only once in my life, it resulted in coming home with our furry mini Nazgûl.*)
Now I look at it, I know why I like it. The triangles look like foggy mountains, the ones you find on old Japanese paintings. I love it’s powdery colours. It’s even more beautiful with one fragile flower in it. Every day I love it more, isn’t that the perfect find?
*) Molly brought imitating the sound that Nazgûl make to perfection. We also like to call her the Kraken (kraken means creaking in Dutch).
I know just how you feel Marlous… I quite often feel a pang of guilt when I see the same pieces in the thrift shop for a week or two, knowing they are unloved… I wish I could give a home to all those lovely pieces, at least for a wee while until I could find someone else who would love them forever.
Your wee vase is lovely with it’s misty mountains and all the prettier now that you have your story with it… :)
Emma, x
Fantastisch is íe!
Ik vind hem ook prachtig, goede keus om hem toch mee te nemen! En ik ken dat medelijden… ;)