My favourite Personality Pieces

One thing nice with having a small house is that everything is beyond my reach and I find it easier to explore my artistic side.  I fill the house with my favourite pieces which I have collected through the years.  Some are gifts, a few brought about by my creative mind from old and new materials, and others from antique shops or from garage sales. 

If I feel isolating myself due to stress or disappointments, I treat myself a gracious visit to antique shops.  I go inside, I casually look and see item by item what they have on display, try to get a glimpse of the price and then take a deep sigh.  I normally do not buy since I can’t afford the prices.

Some things are worth clinging on to.  One of which is mom's labor of love crocheted pieces that have become as much as part of me.  Other favourite pieces of mine may not be the best of everything but it is the sharing that makes them the best.  They represent the personalities of our roots, which remind me of our parents/ancertors' furniture.  These personality pieces transform my gardenhouse into a magical mystery tour of the memories of the past.  Feel the magic.  

If I’m surrounded with what I love, whether my family, pets, keepsakes, plants, hobbies, music, whatever, I consider myself richly blessed.  Contentment is not the fulfillment of what we wish for, but an appreciation of what we have.  

An old flat iron which some in the barrios still use up to now.

This very old electric fan is not only a decor but it still serves its purpose.  Same as the typewriter below.  Notice the old stool.

This is the most photographed piece in my house.  Almost all my visitors never leave the house without taking a picture of the clock.

This is an old beautiful piece, a teapot and burner.  This was handcarried by Nori, my sister-in-law's (Merly) boyfriend all the way from Japan.  Nori and Merly had been in my gardenhouse several times. Nori promises me that he will help me inject some japanese style in my garden. Looking forward to that.

The old phone from left was given to me by my sister Abna. It's still working.  She knows what I want so she has no choice but to give it to me and now it becomes one of my favorite personalities in my gardenhouse. The one on the right was given to me by Lucy Rodriguez Segismundo who is an heir of an old house in Sariaya, Quezon which was turned to be a museum.  Tourists come to see. the house

Given to me by my boss, Mr. William B. Go, from his office.

This old baul belongs to my eldest sister Enon.  It is a 24x13x16 approx.  I used to hide in this baul when I was 10 years old.  I couldn't imagine how?  The one on top is also an old piece.   

 

An old sewing machine which I turned into a TV table.

An old calesa wheel.

The 92 year old jars.

An old bike which I transformed into plant holders.

 The old piece of wood is put at the back neck of a carabao.  Can you see the rusty bell.  I brought this all the way from Amsterdam.  This piece is put at the neck of a cow.

 

Another over 90 year old piece from my mom's late brother, tiyo joe.

The old deer horns were given to me by my brother Poloi when I visited them in Austria. They have a lovely family with wife Nilda (very kind) and my handsome nephews,Gian and Glenn.

An old piece made of brass.

This is not an old piece but an immitation. I bought this on sale and now occupies a corner in my bathroom but the basin below is old. bought from american leaving.

I bought this in Boracay.  See the mother pearls in the shell.