So, the week after Christmas, this random box shows up from Illinois. While my family is from Illinois, I don’t know anyone there currently. It took opening the box and taking out the contents to remember that a family member said they’d bought my gift but it wouldn’t arrive until after the 25th. Okay, so this has to be it, right? Yeah, I texted them just to make sure.
Out came this interesting desk set. Preliminary research shows it was possibly made in the 1940’s or 1950’s. The set contains and inkwell with lid, stationary stand and ink blotter (minus paper). I’m still digging for details. The writer in me immediately started asking questions. What’s it made of? Who owned it first? Did they use it for personal correspondence or business letters? What type of ink did they use? What type of writing instrument? I tested a section of the metal to make sure my metal cleaner wouldn’t completely strip the finish. It didn’t, so I continued cleaning.
The hubby always wonders why I want something old as opposed to buying completely new. When it comes to household items and furniture, first its because the craftsmanship is usually better on the older items. Second, my imagination goes wild trying to figure out the history of the piece. He’s more pragmatic and usually deflates that initial burst of “OOOH, what’s your story”. The burst doesn’t last long though. I could get lost for HOURS in a true antique store. Oh, the stories pouring off those now homeless items. It’s a good thing I’m not rich and/or don’t own a home. I would have a room dedicated to items found on my forages. Which I have to admit I have to limit. It’s the same as taking me to an animal shelter. I want to give them all a home.
The immediate effect the gift had was forcing me to clean off my desk. First, I need to get back into a regular nightly writing routine. Second, the poor desk has become a catchall. Third, my poor kittehs have missed sleeping in their beds. Almost immediately, the little one jumped back into his bed and has used it regularly since I put it back in its “spot”.
Mostly, it helped get me out of the holiday frame of mind and get my imagination stirring again toward writing. The timing was perfect. Now to find the perfect stationary to put in the stand.
Are there any items you’ve received or seen that just ignited a story in your mind? Have any of them turned into a novel?
Have a great weekend.