Things many of us reach into the cupboard for each & every day...
I was reaching for a glass before
I am reminded this glass came into being
when I was living at the beach...
I had driven to Berry to browse
This glass survived...
These orange & lemonade glasses
are a very recent addition to my collection of
totally mixed kitchen things.
They have memories attached ...
so when I pull totally different cups or glasses plates or dishes from the shelf
it is from my shelf of life.
I am pleased I do this as it brings me such pleasure to the every day
often mundane things...
things perhaps we do take for granted
like getting our own glass of water
we have a need to be like the next household ....
Today that is so evident..
This struck me the other day as I observed a woman, hurrying along in a kind of uncoordinated way..
of tattoos ..
with clothing off shoulder & whatever to expose these skin jewels
coffee in a take away cup.
of course checking the mobile....
Shoulder bag slipping,
feet doing the same in the shoes
People are striving .....
...to be different in a clan of the same
.....trying desperately to connect....
be seen to be connected.
It was just an interesting look at whatever is going on in our collective minds....
Sure I do some of this myself...
I enjoy seeking out the things that appeal to me
it often has artwork of some style attached to it.
The clean design line of an object is pleasing to me as is the bumpy seconds we can sometimes find..
or the spots...
just stuff I guess...
It is a different way of life...
My shelf where i collect my life...
I reflect to the 60's & 70's where we did exactly the same
being different within our clans...
music drew us together or set us apart
Nothing changes except perhaps the objects one collects & places on our life shelves
some close the cupboard door