These were hard won, the 105 little vintage collectibles, hung with hundreds of tiny nails with great care and a bit of creativity a couple of decades ago. Along the way, they were eagerly gleaned at garage sales and flea markets near and far. Usually for pennies on the dollar, the thrill of the hunt beckoned often, with the hope of discovering some wonderfully whimsical, well-worn kitchen tool around the next corner.
Fun treasures crafted of wood and tin and aluminum that had done hard service in the last century made my day, gave me huge delight, and reigned supreme on the crown of my kitchen soffits.
In recent days ... maybe not so much. Liked them? Yes. Weary of them all claiming valuable white space? Yes. Dusty and greasy? For sure.
So when The Nester threw out the challenge to de-accessorize your home for a month, I knew it was meant for me. The heavily laden soffits needed to be emptied of their former eye candy. After a bit of thought, I said 'yes' to the long-awaited invitation.
So they're coming down. Today. And I know that they're not ascending back up on those nail strewn walls again when the month is over.
Where they'll go? Not too sure. Absorbed into an old basket or a chippy bowl or the white and red enamelware bread tin? Stored away in a big ol' Rubbermaid container on a basement shelf or maybe sold online? I haven't a clue. But that's ok. All I know is that they're coming down off the walls. And I'm good with that.
And more than a bit relieved.
Because in this season, I am loving white space. In every way, shape, and form. Maybe even more than all the sweet little collectibles that have taken up residence in our home for 37 or so years ...
3 hours later, a P.S. ==>
1 month later, The Follow-Up Post
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