Homewares

I don’t know what it is these days, but I’ve recently been looking for the perfect vase. I know, we are going full homeware today. I’m often happiest in a homeware store. I have my favourites and will travel to visit them. I don’t have a lot of room anymore for big things but I’m always happy to look and add a little something small.

I am not planning to be a crazy hoarder later in life. But alas I digress, I’ve had reason recently to need to replace two brilliant vases I’d bought when I was about eighteen. Yes, I’m sounding old as I type these words, but I feel you need to understand the context to appreciate the bold statement I made in one homewares store where it would seem vases these days are bigger than they need to be and want to be in a home with fuck all in it and nobody lives there. They are showpieces, not homes. 

I discovered a homewares store in Collins Street Melbourne, in a shopping complex that hasn’t existed for, I don’t know twenty years. I bought it and the small bag of blue flat marbles to put in the bottom. In my twenties I regularly bought myself red roses for very little. It wasn’t challenging and at some point, I bought an equally classically styled second vase. The first was square and tallish, with clear glass, the second rectangular, taller rather more solid. They stood the test of time from 1993 to three years ago.