My Dad was a fisherman and we lived by the sea for 30 years which became a part of me. I love nautical things.
I do have a few things that were gifts from loved ones but most of the art and things in my home was created by my husband and I or items I found along the sea or in nature.
I was never one to want the same things everyone else did. I remember as a young girl in school seeing all the other girls wearing these colorful ISPO jackets. Do you remember them? Everyone and their grandmother owned one and I detested them. The winter jackets were bright and fluorescent and puffy like a flotation device. One day after school I walk into the front porch of our family home and my Grandmother Gosling meets me there with a huge smile on her face holding up that monstrosity. I immediately started to bawl my eyes out because I hated it. I did not want the same type of jacket as everyone else. My Mom made me wear it. I wasn’t being ungrateful I just hated it and hated looking like everyone else. Plus what girl in her right mind would wear something that made her look 10x bigger?
I would sooner buy second hand then brand new. I want pieces that tell a story, something that has scuffs and used, something that was well loved. Maybe it is because I have very little from my family home that I treasure besides a couple things here and there.
I collect old quilts. I do love a new quilt. They are colorful with unique patterns but they are stiff and perfect and I much prefer the old quilt with threads missing and a little tear somewhere. Those are my favorite. My husband bought me a white knitted blanket from a craft fair a few years back and I’ll still pull it over my lap even in the summer if I get a chill. I have a collection of throws as well. I spend my evenings on the sofa with my legs up surrounded by dogs, covered in a blanket doing homework. (or watching Netflix)