Finest Quality
Friday, November 20, 2009
I recently moved from Toronto to Ottawa. During the pack-and-purge process, I rediscovered these boxes of pastels and charcoal sticks. They belonged to my grandmother, who, an artist in her own right, passed them down to me when I was a teenager and she had she had long stopped using them herself. I don’t know how old they are; all that Futura suggests the late 1960s. My grandmother was a child of the Depression, so saving, recycling, and reusing things was in her nature.
And here I am, still hanging on to them. From apartment to apartment, they have traveled with me, and not once have I used them in the 15-odd years that they have been in my possession. But look at them! Look at those boxes, that typography. Could you throw them out?
Pancake says:
Definitely not!
This would be the type of things I’d save a special place at shelf with all the other old books and things that mean something to me.
They rock
Joe says:
I remember that black box, but not the others.
Spiffy says:
Ha! Nice. I would most definitely keep these boxes (tho, I likely would have used up the charcoal within the first week I’d received them). Plus, their an awesome tangible connection to your grandmother.
molly says:
ottawa?