I have been a lover of antiques since forever. Especially anything made out of wood. To me, when something is made out of wood, it has quality to it. Time was taken to produce it.
Antiques also have a story that goes with them. Who used to own it? What did they use it for?
Such is the case with my birthday present I received from Nichole when they were up last time.
Now, I’m not sure that this qualifies as antique per se, but it definitely has some years on it.
She located this little gem at a garage sale this summer, and it had my name written all over it, because Nichole knows that I go for stuff like this.
She even gave it a lock and key so that I could hide my most treasured items in it.
Which will more than likely be some of my favorite stones that I have collected over the years or were give to me by others.
Wouldn’t they look wonderful nestled in that old velvet?
But what really intrigued both of us was the crest that was on the top of the chest. What does it stand for? After finally getting a clear look at it, I’m not sure that it has a meaning to it, but just the fact that it was placed there gives it an even higher ohmygawdthatscool factor.
And that alone is why I love it so much.