No, that's not me. That's my friend Julie. (Isn't she cute?) We've known each other since the fifth grade. Julie played the bagpipes when we were in high school because she was one of the Lassies and that's what they did. During half time at the football games, they marched around the field and played our school song. We were the Scotties and we had that whole Scottish vibe going on.
Maybe this is when my lifelong obsession with tartan began. Maybe or maybe not. I went to Baylor and never became obsessed with bears, so who knows?
Anyway, this post is all about my
affliction affection for tartan. I'm joining Alison over at The Polohouse HERE for a Tartan Parade linky party. I think that her party was arranged JUST FOR ME!
This is my laundry room. I have a thing for old Victorian bamboo furniture, so what could be better for displaying some lunch and tin boxes, dog leashes, hats, caps, bags, umbrellas, etc.?
That fez was my grandfather's and I found it up in my grandmother's attic. Oh, the treasures that were in that attic!
This vignette began as one thing and morphed into something quite different. It all began when I asked my husband if it was okay if I used the back of his car to take some photos. (I would've done it anyway; I was just trying to be nice….) He said it was fine, and that's when the trouble began.
I had been planning to do a sweet little vignette with my ice chest, picnic accoutrements, my dog Bitsy and maybe a pitcherful of daisies. But because I was using his car, my husband decided that he should "help" me with a few suggestions.
See that shotgun? The hunting vest? The cowboy hat? The shotgun shells? The black boots? Yep, those are all his. He thought it would enhance my vignette by adding a twist to the picnic…a little hunting twist, to be exact. (By the way, he only hunts birds and probably hasn't done that in twenty years. He's all bark and no shoot.)
But actually I think that the vignette turned out well, although I had to leave Bitsy out of it. I certainly couldn't put her in there next to that shotgun!
Back in the 50s and 60s, several companies sold all sorts of nifty little camping, sporting and exercise equipment. The best thing was that they were all designed with a plaid motif. Thermoses, ice chests, picnic hampers, wool blankets, golfing and swimming equipment….all in plaid. A virtual paradise for the plaid/tartan connoisseur. Fortunately, thousands of these products have survived over the years and have become highly-prized collectors' items.
See the yellow coffee pot above with the two little coffee cups (artistically arranged by my husband, I might add)? This came in a little plaid carrying case and, as long as there was an electrical source, made a great cuppa on the camping trip. See the little tin can-like cylinders in the ice chest above? Those were used to keep food cold. Just pop them in the Kelvinator for a few hours, and voila! - icy cold cans. These products were way ahead of their time.
More thermoses, hampers and an old chalkware Scottie thrown in for good measure.
It's a sickness, I tell ya!
Tartan books and a Staffordshire cottage on my mantel.
Thomas is checking out the lemons and limes in the lunchbox. Immediately after taking this photo, I noticed that he and Bitsy were chasing them all over the kitchen floor. Just couldn't resist them, I guess.
By the way, please notice the green plaid lunchbox. As Alison of The Polohouse has already told you, a green plaid lunchbox is VERY RARE and HARD TO FIND. Once I found that out, I was on a quest to find one. After several months of searching, I finally found one on eBay. Yeah for eBay!
So that's my tartan story for today. Since I've only barely scratched the tip of the iceberg (sorry for that mixed metaphor) of all of my tartan
junk treasures, I'm sure that there will be many more. Please come back, and remember….