My Nanny's Vintage Goodies

Remember going to your Grandmother's or a favorite Aunt's house and just walking around looking at their little treasures? I used to love looking at the treasures that my Nanny, Grandmother and Aunts had to decorate their homes in. Each one had their own style, their own personal choices, handmade things - all things that made their home special and homey.

My Nanny (my Dad's mother) had a lot of little trinkets here and there in her home. I spent a lot of time at her home while growing up and she was a huge inspiration for me for a lot of reasons. In her living room there was a wall that went up half way. This wall seperated the living room and kitchen. Turned wood spindles were spaced half way up the wall and ceiling - a totally 60's style architectural feature of the time.

Spaced in between the turned posts were her little treasures. She had a cool pair of pink flamingos that I remember, however they were not found amongst her things once she passed on. My dad searched for me, however to no avail were those wonderful objects found. But, he did find the cats that I remembered. They were cool with a crackly type of finish on them. Kind of ally cat looking, maybe the kind that dug out the tuna cans from the trash whilst we slept. When he gave them to me, I instantly recalled where they were amongst the posts. I am just thankful to have them.

In my recent posts about vintage clocks I mentioned my Nanny's mantle clock and remembering the sounds of it going off on each quarter hour and then at the hour. I was blessed, again, to get that as well. I was also given my Nanny's 1961 Singer Slant-O-Matic (talk about Jetson's sounding) sewing machine. It is just like my mother's 1960's version that I learned to sew on. Sew......I am content having my dear Nanny's things in my home. As a matter of fact, today I found an old sewing box with her spools of threads in it. Of course, there were a lot of purple threads..her favorite color. I miss her so much. She was strong, a visionary, creative, funny and brilliant at cross word puzzles. She did them up until she passed at the age of 94. Nanny always had a dirty joke to tell me in my ear, out of ear shot of the kids. Of course, her jokes were not reallllly dirty, just funny. I loved her smile, her chocolate pie, her white nursing shoes with the cut-outs for corns on your toes, even loved her snoring when I'd spend the nights at her house. I miss you, Nanny Hazel, and I'll take care of your things whilst here on earth. xoxoxo

PS: And yes Nanny, had Chipper's (her bulldog) farts been "PINK" they would've 'melt good. (She always reminded me that I said this when I was five years old. I told her that Chipper's farts were green cause they stunk!!)