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Matilda Magtree 
I see the cooking spoon that has stirred many a Suppe in its long life.
You’re right. A couple are from my mum and I think at least one of them is easily 50, 60, 70 years old… Crazy, really, when you think about it. I’m interested in what people see when they look at a very ordinary scene like this. A thought it inspires for me is that someone, an old friend of the family, once said that you could judge someone’s character by how clean their sink was. I must have been eight when I heard this. It’s ridiculous of course but in the way these things have of rattling around our heads forever I always feel a little schmutzig if I leave carrot peelings in there too long. ha! [Is a day too long??] I also like the idea of seeing *the ordinary* in someone else’s world… which of course is never ordinary to those who don’t live there. Anyway, I love that your eye went to the spoons.
My kitchen sink is clean every night before I go to bed. Always. But it would be a mistake to assume floors were swept and windowsills wiped.
By the way, I have flat stones along my window ledge too. Though I keep them separate. Now why is that?
I sometimes do them in a line too. I move them around, change the stones. Interesting to know where the ‘line’ is for people, tidy-wise… a personal comfort thing.
It’s a happy thing when such simple domestic trappings (both using and viewing) give us such pleasure. Being a kitchen lover, this photo gives me that little shiver of comfort. I’m imagining that little pile of stones taking your gaze as you stand at the sink – I know I’d have them in my hands from time to time, arranging and re-arranging just for the sheer pleasure of the feel.
I do, I rearrange them often. And, yes, the kitchen. I know what you mean by that shiver. It represents something so integral to a home and the people who live there. Hard to describe but that’s where all the stories start…
After glancing over the faucet … that indicator of the hub of the household, my eyes were drawn to the stacked, flat stones on the window ledge. Something collected on your regular lakeshore meanderings, Carin?
Indeed! I rarely come back from the beach without a stone or two.
I hadn’t really thought of that, Carin, the way people’s eyes are drawn to different things in a common scene. (Amazingly, I almost posted a photo today of a kitchen scene, and wondered whether the background — objects on the counter some distance away — might distract. Maybe I’ll post next week for you to compare.) I would say I first noticed the gentle arc of the faucet, then the pitcher with the wooden spoons (because I have a thing for pitchers and a large collection of them), and then the windowsill, where I found myself curious about the green objects in the jar. I think I often notice lines in a photo before I do the objects themselves, so the curve of the faucet appeals. And because it was such an everyday scene, my eyes roamed around as I wondered what you/the artist wanted me to notice.
I love that you see lines first. Interesting. I hope you do post your own kitchen scene sometime. Would be fun to compare ordinaries. Oh, and that jar is filled with beach glass. (:
Something very soothing about this with its curving lines, domestic detail and Swedish blues and yellow. Not to mention that touch of calm green sea glass (I think that’s what it is).
Just read Allyson’s comment above and I see that yes, it is sea glass, or rather, beach glass.
When I’m out east I always call it sea glass… (but never at home).