Yes, I did have a photo shoot with old hardware.... and no, I am not embarrassed by it.
There is a reason I restore old furniture. I love the quality of older furniture.
These pieces are made to last. And I love hardware.
Especially old hardware. Unapologetically.
Ever since I can remember... I have been able to spend serious time in a hardware store.
Get me in a small town's Main Street hardware store, with an older gentleman behind the counter,
and you are going to have to deliver me a meal.
The tiny cardboard boxes of screws, drawer pulls on the wall, smell of lumber...
Years ago in my hometown, we had a hardware store that also sold sporting goods. My Dad purchased ALL of his baseball equipment there so, ahem, we were there a lot. I believe that sparked my hardware store love. As my Dad would order uniforms and pick out helmets, I would roam the aisles of Denbigh Hardware learning about the many types and sizes of screws and nails that are necessary for us to build and repair things correctly.
I believe that is what sparked my hardware obsession.
So when I found this old door... even though it was literally falling apart... I had to put it in my Starmobile. I mean, seriously, how can you just drive by this gorgeous door knob and NOT
frantically stop traffic safely pull over to the side of the road and pick this up???
I had my work cut out for me, some of the screws were just not budging.
I literally resorted to chipping away the wood from the handles and lock system.
It was installed to last.
And here she is... isn't she beautiful? I. am. in. love.
Don't you just wonder who touched this handle... did they touch it when they left the house for happy events... sad days... during the normal routine of heading out to work with their lunch box in their other hand? Grubby peanut butter covered fingers... clean hands ready for a night out... How many times did the momma wipe down the handle, maybe while preparing for holiday guests?
And who used this lock? Were they locking in their safety every night? Locking out the world for much needed down time. Were they ever scared when they locked up?
It's the every day items, the things we tend to overlook that can tell us the most about our daily lives. The items we use every single day, without even thinking about them. It's the memories, the signs of use that allow them to tell us so much. I can't wait to find a project to use this hardware on... it may even be 2-3 different projects that receive pieces of this group. And they can go on to make more memories for more families... see, isn't she lovely?