What A Crock
Have you heard the old saying that when you get older, you turn into your parents? Well…it’s true! My poor boys…lol.
The whole time that I was growing up, my Mom decorated our home in a very primitive country-style. Little House on the Prairie had nothing on us! Our home was always warm and cozy. So naturally when I grew up, I went in the complete opposite direction. I went straight for Victorian. The lacier the better. I’m talking rose-covered pillows, colors of mauve and lavender, antique brass…ahhh yes…independence at it’s finest!
One husband and three boys later, I have turned into my mother! Well, not entirely…I still love flowers but of the fresh flower variety and I do enjoy a touch of antique brass in all the right places but gone are the days of lace and mauve.
I find myself collecting the very things that my Mom had collected all those years ago. They are so much harder to find these days too. One thing I just can’t get enough of lately is crocks! I love them!
Growing up, my Mom had them all over the house…all different sizes with all different numbers on them.
I love using them to hold my kitchen utensils.
They hold a lot too.
I love using them as planters. I even love them by themselves without anything in them.
I love the chunkiness of them. I love the earthy look of them. Maybe I just love them because they remind me of my childhood and home.
Whatever the reason, I’m enjoying collecting them.
And to my boys…if any of you are reading this…should you grow up to be like me…”you’re welcome”…for not decorating in the Victorian style that I used to.
Do you collect things from your childhood? Leave me a comment below. I would love to hear what tugs at your heart.
Love,
