vintage me.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

my hutch.

my dad's bear {that we pass around to each other}.

vintage mason jars.

a chair that used to sit in my parents backyard.

my table.

these are weathered & beaten pieces. pieces who have seen better moments (to the eyes of some). vintage pieces have a feel all their own. a story that far surpasses our stories, because we have not seen what they have seen, we have not touched what has touched them, or experienced the adventures that they have experienced. this makes them unique. wanted. beautiful.

i walked by my hutch & thought... that is how i feel at this very moment. beaten down. chipped away. rusted. tired. its story i only know a little of... but who am i to judge. i think it is beautiful. not everyone might share my opinion. so i go on feeling like this. but somewhere amongst the chips of paint missing, being a little broken, & scarred... i realized that i am beautiful because i am imperfect. because i have been broken. and because my scars mark the changes in my heart.

psalms 139:13-18
"for you have formed my inward parts; you wove me in my mother's womb. i will give thanks to you, for i am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are your works, and my soul knows it very well. my frame was not hidden from you, when i was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth, your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in your book were all written the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them. how precious also are your thoughts to me, o God. how vast is the sum of them! if i should count them, they would outnumber the sand. when i awake, i am still with you."


  1. beautiful thoughts summer and i luv your vintage pieces. your dad's bear is so cute.

  2. thanks jam. miss you.


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