Granny Chic

It's always a little sad to me when I walk into a garage sale that's obviously an estate sale...a younger family selling off what looks to be granny and grandpa's stuff. For a minute I contemplate that some day this will be my stuff that people will, some distant day on a fair summer afternoon, stop their cars and walk up look through, each of them taking a little piece of my life and spreading my belongings, gathered from near and far, through different towns, counties, or perhaps even other states.

I try to remember that everything that might be a treasure to me might make my children and their children laugh and say "What did she want/buy/keep/need this for????" Or...just out of necessity and lack of room, my treasures will end up with someone else.

Then...

I quickly shift from melancholy to merry when I spot a sweet little 'granny chic" item like this pink aluminum ice cream scoop--or shortening scoop as the embossing on the spoon handle states--in a box for a quarter.

(Recently, Cyn over at "Farmgirl Cyn" posted about Granny Chic: I had no idea my disease had a name, and am so glad I found a diagnosis for what's up with me. Go here to read more about this disease.)

As I scoop it up, I think how lucky am I? And that granny might be tickled that all these years later I remember how well these things worked and that I'd like one to put in my own kitchen. (I mean, you can't buy these things anymore!)

The cool thing is this: every time I use it, I remember the granny's home that it came from, her little white bungalow with black shutters on a hill in northern Michigan, and that she once loved it and used it, too.

And too, I wonder, when granny was done scooping the ice cream with that scoop, did she lick it to feel how awesomely COLD that aluminum spoon can get?
Maybe granny would be giggling if she knew....
Because I do....
(I tell you I just can't help it!)

Now, if granny would only have had a set of those brightly-colored aluminum drinking glasses....!