This is the final post of four things on http://www.fourfortheday.com but the site will remain open with updates on the things to come.
This has been a truly amazing year with this project. From day one I knew when I was organizing my studio and seeing how many small collections of things I kept and really loved, to Allison Sommers first post on January 2nd 2011, and in early November when all weeks had been assigned, and now when everything is all said and done that the concept of this project was something people really enjoy. We love our stuff and other peoples as well.
I can’t thank the Guest Editor’s enough for making this what it is. It takes courage to expose the things we hold onto. The Guest Editor’s did it and the internet has found out a little more about each of them.
I encourage everyone to keep checking back to find out what is next for this little project. My hope is a bound book and art exhibition. But I am open to other possibilites.
My humble thank you to everyone who made this possible and the collectors around the world, past, present, and future.
Happy New Year.
s. arden hill
1. Vintage Thermos: A Value Village find, featuring a fine selection of prairie fowl.
2. Vintage tin picnic basket: My 5th Anniversary gift for Britt.
3. Britt’s lunch pail: A frugal reminder (to a frugal man) to pack his lunch everyday.
4. Otis’s hand made snack bag: A local crafter’s super-utility bag for moms and kids.
1. Hand-carved cherry spatula
2. Typhoon rolling pin
3. Olive wood mortar & pestle
4. Bamboo cutting board
Woodn’t it be nice if everything in life was so thoughtfully crafted?
Yes, these items must be hand-washed and will warp over time, but they’re oh so lovely.
In baking, precision of measurement is crucial to quality.
How do you think these measure up?
If baking is a creative art, then cake stands are the framing. I like to imagine each one of these pedestals has played an important supporting role in countless celebrations.
Long before the trend of everyone and their dog (and their dog’s band) having a button-making machine, I like to imagine these pins being a very big deal and bringing joy to the people receiving them. Birds and birthday cakes typically have that effect.
Call me sentimental, but the memory of taking home fresh milk from my grandma and grandpa’s dairy farm makes me wish I could purchase my milk in a glass bottle today. Vintage ephemera such as these milk bottle caps also have me longing for days gone by when there was a clear and personal connection to local food producers.
1. Sweet and Salty Brownie
2. Lemon Square
3. Imperial Shortbread Square
4. Turtle Square
I figured I should start at square one, but then just decided to keep the oven on. Now my kitchen is a sugary, gooey mess and unfortunately all I can share with you is this picture.
What sweets are you craving?
Winnipeg, Manitoba, CANADA
In terms of your things, what does your space (studio/office/living area) look like? please describe.
The space in which I do creative work has shifted from a formalized creative work setting to our home since taking the opportunity to be full-time with our two children. That continuing experience has truly changed the way I look at our old house, some days for the better, others not so much. Regardless, spending so much time at home has lead me to appreciate that a home is simply what you make it. Our home has been a place for sharing, learning, laughing, and loving. As our family has grown, so too our space has evolved to meet our growing needs, although not always with total fluidity or ease. In my efforts to keep the space organized (and not loose my mind), our basement contains plenty of white, uniform boxes with tidy little labels, containing the stuff that could easily be forgotten or done without. Parallel to these set of organized boxes, sits a large stack of equally outwardly tidy boxes, simply labelled “to organize”. This basement system of many boxes could act as an analogy for my desiring a system to retain items of good design, form, and function, conflicted by simultaneously desiring to not be consumed myself by material things. While the basement is a storage space, it’s also one of assembly and mechanics with my projects’ physical construction typically taking place at our old timber tool bench or atop the ridiculously large, semi-obsolete drafting table. Overall, I suppose I like my upstairs office and shared living space to be tidy and clean, an environment in which I am inspired and can hatch a creative plan, while the basement is where things get sorted and hammered out.
Where do you normally get your things?
I’ve recently fallen victim to the lure of Kijiji and the acquisition of a teak bedroom set, but typically would rather wander flea markets, antique stores, yard sales, and thrift stores over retail stores and over-blown outlets. At this point in my life I feel like the things that hold the most meaning, the things I want to really hold onto, are often those that have been given to me from others. Less and less I relish the things I’ve purchased myself, and hold on most dearly to items that hold a relational symbolism.
My prized possession is my baby blankie and embodies the regard to which the things in my life, and often focusing on their origins have shaped me. As a child my blankie was quite beloved. My parents brought me home from the hospital in my blankie and I have many fond childhood memories with it, including wrapping up my first and very tolerant, cat Whiskers. As cliche as this sounds, my blankie is a keep-sake of security and the warmth of direct, family love.