I tagged the very lovely and talented Emma to choose this week’s word, and she picked a fabulous one. To me, the word ‘curiosities’ has a lovely archaic air. It conjures up images of devotees attempting to breed red delphiniums, blue roses and black tulips – varieties nature seems adamant shouldn’t exist – and gentlemen’s curio cabinets full of prized, exotic objects. The wonderful Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford is described as housing ‘archaeological and ethnographic objects from all parts of the world’ but it really is one big curio cabinet. A witch in a bottle? Check. Shrunken heads? Check. Funeral accountrements from all corners of the known world? Check. Items for smoking just about any substance ever? Check. I loved the Pitt Rivers.
So I was thinking about the curiosities in our house. I collect all sorts of bits and bobs and Mr SowandSew and I have picked up all sorts of oddments on our travels, but nothing leapt out at me as a ‘curiosity’ – much less ‘curiosities’.
But then I remembered. One of the delightful things about motherhood is seeing the world through very young eyes. Last night, at dinner, the Little Girl said, ‘Look, Mummy! A rainbow!’ So we left the dinner table and went outside to look at the rainbow (it was a beauty, a huge, vivid double bow). The Little Girl bounced and said, ‘If we go up the hill, we could grab the rainbow and then we could feel the rainbow!’ To her it was that simple – but also, how wonderful that she wanted to feel a rainbow. To the Little Girl, the world is full of curiosities. I am forever being asked to ‘look after’ something she has found that has become a prized object. To us, they may be ordinary, everyday things, but to the Little Girl’s not-quite-three-year-old eyes, they are wonderful, exciting and new. So, it is with pride and delight, ladies and gentlemen, that I present to you a few highlights from:
Miss SowandSew’s Cabinet of Curiosities
This spotty, black and white feather was found on a walk. It is a bit ragged from being stroked thoroughly all the way home. But then I was asked to stick it on the larder door (this is where the children’s artwork is displayed).
These are apparently ‘fairy cups’ and I was asked to look after them because the curator’s little brother was trying to eat them.
This came from a wedding invitation and was promptly claimed for the collection:
These are plastic beads, the sort that some people make into dangly lampshades. Well, to me they are. But to the Little Girl they are ‘jewels’ and very precious.
Pop over to Emma’s blog to see the rest of the curiosities!