If you are friends with me on Face
bookpalm, then you may have already seen the swoonfest that is The Paris Time Capsule apartment.
Behind the door, under a thick layer of dusk lay a treasure trove of turn-of-the-century objects including a painting by the 19th century Italian artist Giovanni Boldini.
The woman who owned the flat had left for the south of France before the Second World War and never returned.
But when she died recently aged 91, experts were tasked with drawing up an inventory of her possessions and homed in on the flat near the Trinité church in Paris between the Pigalle red light district and Opera.
Entering the untouched, cobweb-filled flat in Paris’ 9th arrondissement, one expert said it was like stumbling into the castle of Sleeping Beauty, where time had stood still since 1900.via The Telegraph
This article absolutely flipped me out. I have dreams about such things…finding a hidden door that leads to a room of abandoned, antique treasures, a frozen moment in time of a different life. Golden age thinking, %100!
So I told y’all several weeks ago that there was still one more Maine post, but I was waiting for the appropriate context to share. Turns out time capsules are just the thing!
By the edge of the forest resides The Bunk House. Built long before camp, it is a tiny shack with bunk beds built into the wall, and was used for hunting and, in the winter, ice fishing. But ever since I was a kid, it has been used only for storage, and for the last 15+ years…as a squirrel’s nest. We realized this past summer that there was a sizable hole in the roof, and that anything we wanted to preserve needed to be moved elsewhere. The chances of it withstanding another winter are dubious.
The afternoon that Jeff started clearing it out, he walked down to Little Camp, where Fern and I were playing “clean the beach of pine needles” and said,
“You better come down to the bunk house. It’s like the flea market of your dreams.”
I knew there was some cool stuff in there and as a child I always looked forward to unlocking the bunk house and dragging out old toys. But it had been a very long time for me, and some other things had been added. And so I present to you, my very own Time Capsule Swoonfest.
My Gram and Aunt Marion were both Master Craftswomen, especially when it came to stenciling with bronze powder and gold leaf. We have many items still, thank goodness, but they also did stenciling of the bright and cheery variety.
This ancient wicker and leather bag has all kinds of compartments and hooks and other specialnesses for fishing. For a while there, a lot of people were finding this blog because they had done a search for “Foraging Bag” (probably spurred by The Hunger Games). It was only after we left Maine that I smacked my forehead in realizing that THIS would have made an amazing forager’s companion.
And here are some random photos from the inside of camp, that again have been waiting for their proper moment…
Sigh. Well, it’s time to begin our week and go out into the modern world. Tell me about your own secret time capsules and also, how did you fare during our uber intense full moon weekend?