“I have my grandma ‘s meat fork and each time I use it I think of her fondly. I can still see her using it.” Marsha
Those things, objects that have meaning for us. They often remind us of another person or a meaningful time in our lives.
I love that Marsha shared her “object memory” on my post The Broom and The Bell. I invite anyone reading this to tell your story about an object that has meaning for you too.
So how does my own hat fit into this I wondered as I thought of posting the photo I took of it.
Jon bought it for me years ago in an actual hat shop in Brooklyn. We were visiting his daughter Emma and he bought a hat for each of us. It’s been a while since I’ve worn it, but this year I rediscovered it.
I always thought it had character, and think of it as my Leonard Cohen Hat, because it looks like something he might have worn.
But since embellishing it with the feather and bird I feel it’s become mine.
I was wearing it when I found the turkey feather in the woods and stuck it in the hat. But still, the little brass button holding the ribbon was visible and had little to do with me. I thought of replacing it with an old button when I decided instead that the Bird Brooch that my friend Emily Gold made was even better.
Now I’m thinking the ribbon could use some spicing up. I’ll take another photo of it if I do. I suppose this is an evolving object memory.
So please, don’t forget to share your “object memory” by leaving a comment or sending me an email. I’d love to hear your story.
And you can see more of Emily’s art on her website Papercakescissors.