There are certain things that make up a home. It's different for all of us and can be greatly influenced by what we grew up with. For me, this Murano Mirror is one of those objets that brings about incredible nostalgia.
Growing Up with the Murano Mirror
It's been in every home that my mom and I have lived in and I've seen it in countless photographs from my parents' lives before I was born. My mom bought the mirror while traveling in Italy (in Venice to be exact) in her 20's and it's just stayed with us. Sometimes in the bathroom, sometimes in the hall, sometimes put away for a while before finding its place.
But I hadn't really thought about it until I was walking down Abbot Kinney and saw a similar one in the window of the shop Daisy Arts. It blew my mind. That another one of these mirrors could be for sale. That the mirror didn't exist purely in my childhood home! What a revelation! I wouldn't say that it's the style that I'm drawn to but I immediately considered buying it. But didn't.
Are there things in your home that you've bought or hung onto just because you grew up with it or it provides nostalgia (and feels home-y)? Have you banished all things nostalgic for the sake of nt being tied to objects? Would you rather die than have anything that was in your childhood home?
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Similarly, a mirror. It was in the foyer of my childhood home when we moved in over 45 years ago and it served as a center for our family life. The ledge underneath it held everything - car keys, mail, report cards, Mother's Day flowers, holiday cards, money, the dog's leash, etc.
When I passed my driving test and asked to borrow the car, my Dad reluctantly agreed and said, "the keys are on the mirror." When my brother was expecting college acceptance letters, he made a mad dash home after school to check the mail on the mirror. When my sister received the sonogram of my parent's first grandchild, it was taped to the mirror. Everything seemed to end up there.
In 2001 when my folks retired and sold our home, I had a particularly hard time saying goodbye for many reasons. I thought about leaving the mirror for the next family to enjoy (as the previous owners had for us), but I heard that they had major rennovations in mind and I feared that they wouldn't see the mirror's value. After all, it held the history of two families so far. So I took it and in doing so, I hope I've honored the original owner's wishes by preserving it and using it in my own life.
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the was a yellow bench. i'd like to have a bench and i guess the reason why is b/c i remember that bench so vividly.
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oops! there* was....
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Oh Lourdes--I'm so glad you have the mirror with you! What a great history!
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Lourdes, you made the right choice,
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Aww. Feel-good story of the day, Lourdes.
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Lourdes, you made my eyes water! I love that sweet, sweet story.
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