The seasons of life come and go. With each season we gather keepsakes that become sacred markers of where we've been. This season of my life takes me on the hunt for treasures of remembrance. Come along with me as I gather souvenirs to keepsacred.
I have a great collection of vintage hankies already, so I'll be laundering them gently and pressing them to perfection. After that, the fun will begin. My sister has promised to help me - her talent and creativity will guarantee success.
I have been drawn to these little oil cans lately.
The memory is a strong one:
the smell of the oil,
the doop, doop, doop sound of dad's thumb pumping the bottom of the can ,
and the visual of him oiling hinges, bicycle chains, and wagon wheels.
Every little girl is in awe of her daddy's Mr Fixit skills.
I bought this one at a sale my husband found while we were staying at the beach. I love the robin's egg blue color. I knew I could make a picture holder out of it. (I've seen this on other blogs.)
But this morning as I was cleaning it up, I remembered this great photo of my dad in his younger years. He was an amateur artist, sign painter, and printer, so he apparently set up a little studio and sent this picture to his mom. (This was all before I was born, so I am making an educated guess).
This picture is only about 3 inches square. Don't you just love the white, scalloped border? LOVE old photos. By the way, isn't he handsome?
So, I just took the oil can apart and threaded my wire through it. I stablized the wire by bending the end into a little circle that would stand in the bottom of the can.
Then I screwed the top back on and bent the wire around a sharpie.
I pinched it together with the needle nose pliers.
And there you have it. I enjoy the connection between the object and the man. That's what I love most about vintage finds.