I love decorative vintage door handles/knobs/knockers. They are unique, quirky and give any front door so much character. Obviously we don't have a use for door knockers any more, as we generally have to announce ourselves via phone/intercom/doorbell before we even make it to the front door, but I still think that I would love to have one. The only downside: they originated in Ancient Greece and were used to chain slaves to the front door of their wealthy owners, so that's not a great history to have. But on a happier note, many of the ornate details on knockers and handles - especially animals - were considered good luck, and the Hamsa hand in particular was believed to protect those who lived within the house and would prevent evil from entering. And since my grandfather was a freemason, I absolutely love the masonic door knocker, complete with the iconic compass and square. So there's a bit of history for you, and here are some of my favourites door adornments.
Friday, 8 July 2016
One of the (many) things I love about cats is their ability to look comfortable no matter what. While I was growing up, my cat Smokey used to pass out on the dining room table - with a toothpick holder poking into him! I think what we can learn from these funny felines is to be content with our lot. I am guilty of often focusing on what's going wrong in my life instead of what's going right, and at times like these I need to remember Smokey. He may have had a few thorns in his side, but on the whole, he was comfortable, fed, happy and surrounded by the people he loved - and those are the things that really matter.
Tuesday, 5 July 2016
Today I was in my office kitchen, zoning out as I waited for our ancient microwave to heat up my lunch, and I found myself staring at the logo on a bottle of Cerebos salt. I've never really looked at it properly, and always just assumed it was a little boy feeding a chicken, but upon closer inspection, I saw that he is actually trying to pour what I thought was grain onto the bird. Utterly perplexed, I turned to trusty Google and lo and behold, it turns out that there is a folklore that you can catch a bird by pouring salt on its tail. Wile E Coyote even tried this trick in one of his many attempts to catch Road Runner, but to no avail. Some say that it startles the bird and gives you time to catch it, while others believe that the salt gets into the feathers and prevents the bird from flying. Then there is the more pragmatic theory that if you're close enough to pour salt on a bird's tail, you must be close enough to catch it. My guess? It was a great way to get kids out of your hair. I need to remember this for my future nieces and nephews!