Everywhere I go, each kitchen design center, even the kitchens of my family and friends, the kitchens are brown, beige, black, every dark color you can think of. The dark walls, the dark cabinets, and all the dark granite, no wonder I hate to cook. I need a cheerful kitchen.
Cheerful, you know, full of color. The kind that your Grandmother used to have. Cherries, Apples, Birds, and Flowers, that is what I want. I want light green walls, black and white checked floors, a huge pantry, and bright red accents. Maybe even red and white checked café curtains.
My Grandmother had a kitchen with swinging café doors that swung back and forth from the living room to the kitchen. Boy, were those fun when I was a kid. And the icing on the cake, 2 built in corner cabinets with double doors. You could play for hours, keeping the top door closed, opening the bottom door in front of you, playing store clerk with everyone that passed thru the kitchen on their way to the short squatty refrigerator.
These Apple Canisters in my Etsy Shop remind me of my Grandmother. I brought these home with me from an Estate Sale a few months ago. This set is from the late 1950s, the years I was a small child and running thru my Grandmother’s house during my yearly visits.
Her kitchen was bright and cheerful, a place I will never forget. Take the design plunge, go against the trend of a dark and dreary kitchen, your grandkids will thank you someday. Here is the Etsy link to the Apple Canister Set https://www.etsy.com/listing/206985510/set-of-4-apple-canisters-aluminum-metal?ref=shop_home_active_3
It really is a small world and things really do or do not happen for a reason. I want to tell you a story. Prior to opening my vintage shop on Etsy, a friend and I used to rent a small booth in an antique mall. We both brought what we liked to the booth and sold our wares.
One day I brought in a small turquoise and hot pink lidded dish. I loved it, loved the Art Deco style and the bright colors. This dish was probably from the 30s or 40s. My friend, on the other hand, hated the dish. Still, I put it in the booth for probably what was 3 to 4 months, it never sold.
In June of this year, my friend and I had a Garage Sale at her house. I decided to put the dish in the garage sale. Again, it sat and no one even picked it up. I brought it home with me and decided to put it in my Etsy shop.
After about a week in my Etsy shop, it was sold. This is what makes it wonderful, the woman that purchased it told me her story. When she was a little girl, her grandmother had a dish exactly like this one. When she would go to her grandmother’s house, she and her grandmother would sit in the middle of her bed and would dump out the contents of her exact dish. Out would tumble bits of broken jewelry. The woman that purchased the dish told me that she would ask her grandmother about each little piece and her grandmother would tell her the stories again and again. This ritual went on for many years with this hot pink and turquoise dish.
The woman that purchased the dish from me was so shocked to see the exact dish in my shop. She immediately purchased it and will be continuing the same ritual with her grandchild. I heard from her after she had received the dish. She already has her small bits of broken jewelry in the dish and has sat on her big bed with her grandchild telling stories about each piece.
So, there was a reason for this dish to sit in my booth unsold for months, for it to be ignored in my garage sale and for me to decide to put it in my Etsy shop. Someone living 1700 miles from me was meant to see that dish on Etsy and be able to have it to continue something that meant and still means so much to her. Gives me Goose Bumps.