A Little Friday Love for My Antique Bench

One of my most prized possessions is my antique bench.


Just ask my husband. We have moved out West and back in the 12 years that I have owned it, and it was lovingly wrapped with layer upon layer of bubble wrap and moving blankets, swaddled like a newborn each trip.


The bench was a present from my parents. What a gift! I look at it every day and I think of them. I think of the day I walked into the shop and it was sitting there, adorned with white ribbons and vintage silk roses, waiting for me.


How old is it? I don;t really know. Deacon's bench? Parson's bench? Just a bench? I don't know. It is one of those things that I should have asked my Mom while I still could. Where did she get it? Not sure. I will need to ask my Dad when I talk to him this weekend. Then I will post back about what he says. My guess? They found it at a flea market or an estate sale. I am sure it came out of a sweet New England farm house.


I love the little details. The patina. The craftsmanship.


The antique hardware.


I have it filled with pillows made from beautiful carpet or quilt or homespun remnants.


It is simply beautiful and it brings me such pleasure.


Won't you come and sit enjoy a cup of coffee and some conversation with me?

What is your most prized vintage or antique piece?

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