Admittedly, despite the fact that my friends make fun of me I am a happy-germaphobic (because I don't fight it...I embrace & love it), obsessive-organizationalist freak! So, last Friday I made a plan and was absolutely determined to execute it. I was going to go through the house room by room (beginning with the kitchen) to throw away (things we don't use on a regular basis or at all: dishes, cookware, utensils, gadget, etc), clean the cabinets inside and out, and organize things. Well, Monday started this journey. The kitchen turned out to be a two day project all by itself (I think mostly because I tend to be extremely detail oriented, and persnickety-so I'm told, but whatever).
FINALLY I reach the last cabinet to be cleaned out, and as I'm getting rid of things left and right I reach in the back and pull out this beautiful piece of my memory...childhood memory even!
In case you're stumped, it's a pecan chopper. You drop pecans into the spout, turn the handle, and they get chopped, and dropped safely into the glass bottom.
When I laid eyes on this, it was as if someone had opened my memory floodgates! I so clearly remember being in my Grandmother's kitchen with her, helping her cook and bake for her family. She had 9 children and 20 grandchildren at the time, so she'd cook these HUGE meals because she knew they were coming. Her family has continued to grow-she now has 10 children (she adopted a daughter), 22 grandchildren, and 18 great grandchildren (one of which was born just yesterday)+ one on the way! So as time has passed naturally she has aged, and isn't able to do that like she used to (even though on special occassions she does it-#1 because she's just that cool & #2 because she is still a spitfire...my Mom says I act just like her, hahaha). My point is those recalled memories were warmly welcomed, and I appreciated them so much for revisiting me.
Now, I can't honestly say that this particular pecan chopper is the one that once belonged to my Grandmother, but it reminds me of her and sharing that time with her. I LOVE that old style design decorating the spout, but even more I love the scratches, chips, and imperfections that it carries. The flaked paint, the discoloration, the fading wood..........what a beautiful story it tells.
To end this post of course I'm going to leave you with some pictures that I took of the pecan chopper. I absolutely had to do a "vintage-y" conversion, it just fit...it felt right.
NOTE: Ok, so I know I was supposed to post some of my favorite artists next, but I just couldn't resist posting this first. So, I promise artists to come next!