How did it actually begin?
It started with a kiss
No. Not really... but this song by "Hot Chocolate" (Do you remember it?) just came into my mind while thinking about the beginning of my passion for vintage things.
I grew up in the middle of colorful vases and all kinds of fanciful ceramics. My natural environment were all those things collected by my mother. I could observe some fluctuation in this habitat when she gave away a vessel as a present, but much more exciting was when I realized a new one of these blossoms of clay migrating to our biotope. The most loved ones have accompanied me through all the years and I still keep them as my greatest treasure.
Many years later, I started strolling through flea markets together with Dirk. We discovered many more of these pottery pieces with their characteristic aesthetics, considered as 'old-fashioned' by most people but reminding me of the good old days of my childhood. So I couldn’t resist that bright orange pot shouting: “come and get me!”, the red and black volcano-born vases seeming to bubble like lava and emitting heat, the earthen brown ware that’s growing directly from the ground like a tree’s trunk, the bright green of a lush pasture on that fired clay…
So first came the midcentury vases, and then inevitably all the other vintage stuff.
Ok, long story short: finally September! I love this month with its special light and these unique colors. Wonderful flowers, branches, grasses, mosses and of course fruits. Let's celebrate autumn! Who's in?
As always, we welcome comments (below), questions and feedback!
Enjoy your weekend!
Katja & Dirk