I’ve been thinking a lot about the things we love and keep.
Do you know the rattle of the good stuff? It’s the kind of rattle you get when the floorboards are a bit creaky and tired. When the floral carpet won’t cushion your steps any longer. So the special objects in the doiley-ed cupboards begin to rattle and shake each time you cross the room.
Or maybe you know the rustle of the good stuff? The pop of the box lid unsealing, the crumple of the paper, pulled from around and within those good shoes, letting them out into the light for a special day.
Perhaps you know the clatter of the good stuff? The careful lifting and un-piling of the good crockery, being passed down from hand-to-hand for a special dinner or unexpected gathering of far-flung family and friends.
Or the creak of the good stuff? As the handle turns and the door opens to flood the prettiest, tidiest room with hallway light for the first time in ages.
Every time I take off my favourite black dress after an event, I can hear my Mum and my Nan saying ‘Hang up your good dress!’ And I do. Then I remember hearing things like ‘I got jam on my good coat’ or ‘I’ve torn my good stockings’ or ‘Should we use the good glasses?’
Don’t you think it’s funny that some things are ‘good’?
So good that we surround them with a beautifully polished kind of ceremony?
I kind of REALLY, REALLY LOVE it.
Vintage Ladybug Milk & Creamer via here