I have no interior-decorating gene in my body. It's a rare occurance for me to go out and buy something to hang on my walls; most such things are, to me, simply something to gather dust.
The few such things I have kept around at this point, I can honestly say, are items for which I have developed a great attachment. I'd even venture to say I love them.
And they're items nobody else will likely want when I'm gone.
The library table is my favorite, partly because it's been part of my life forever. I'm sure I must have cut my teeth on the legs of the thing. My grandfather made it for my mom before she married (in 1932). I can actually remember using that bottom shelf like a desk, sitting on the floor and sticking my legs straight out in front of me. It's like part of me, I'm so familiar with it.
It's made of walnut, and it used to be varnished. The varnish turned dark, and years ago I decided to remove it and just let the beauty of walnut show. While I do love the natural color, I should have left it alone, because the varnish protected the surface. I'm thinking of having someone re-finish it.
It takes up far too much room in my tiny living room, space where I could have a chair or two for when company comes. But I just can't relegate it to the junk room upstairs.
At some point before I ever met Cliff, his mom worked at Sexton, the place where they made these plaques (is that what you'd call it, a plaque?). There was supposedly a flaw in this one, so she got it at a bargain price and gave it to Cliff for his birthday. Several years ago I got tired of looking at it, and relegated it to the junk room. Then one day, rummaging around for something else, I saw this thing and decided to put it back in a place of honor. I notice if you go to Ebay and type in the word "Sexton", you'll come up with many cast aluminum items, most from the '60's and '70's.
When Cliff and I got married, I had no idea we'd ever have horses; so it's rather prophetic in a way, isn't it?
Just one funny note about the horse plaque: Cliff's parents didn't let us have it when we were first married. Two of his siblings had already had disastrous marriage experiences followed by divorce, and my inlaws just assumed our marriage would follow the same path. I think we'd been married a year or so when my father-in-law finally decided perhaps there was a chance we'd stay together, and we were allowed to have the treasure. It isn't really worth much, money-wise; go to Ebay and type in Sexton. That company must have turned out millions of decorative items.
The shadow-box: The only furniture Cliff and I had when we first got married was the meager assortment of cheap stuff I'd had in my apartment, plus whatever my mom came up with in her house that she could part with. This thing was hanging on her wall... she called the style "syroco"... and she asked if I'd like to have it. So it's been around for some forty years. I used to think I hated it, but I'm quite attached to it now.
Hey, look HERE! There's one like it on Ebay. Cliff painted ours gold, but it used to be that same color. Dang, maybe this particular piece of junk is worth something after all.