These days we seem to live in a disposable world.
‘If its broken, just buy a new one’ is the new mantra.
And perhaps understandably so when fixing things, a year or two after buying them, is often more expensive than a replacement.
So for me, it’s great when you come across something that reminds you how things used to be made. Something that has lasted and doesn’t need fixing or replacing any time soon.
This was made in 1940. Made to last I’d say: 73 years old and still going strong. Look at how well used it’s been.
I often wonder who used it before me.
Was it their favourite too, or were they more interested in it just doing its job?
I feel as if something is missing when I use another one.
Why is one end is worn more than the other? Maybe it’s always been used one way around?
What sort of person uses something the same way every time?
There’s something comforting about routine. We always know where we are relative to a fixed point; whether passed or due. It’s automatic, unchallenging and comfortable. Sometimes I like comfortable.
That reminds me. Where did I put my slippers?