A comment by a friend on Facebook this morning about copper cookie cutters sent me sliding down the time warp hole of Pinterest this morning. I've been thinking about how to display my cookie cutters for a couple of years but have never come up with anything so they stay in the big tin on top of the china closet and in the drawer of the hutch. Two pictures on Pinterest caught my eye - one display them artfully in an old mixing bowl and the other on an antique scale. I liked both and thought I have both those things!
Down to the basement to dig out the Fairbanks #1 scale that my grandmother let me have out of her basement when I was 12. She could not imagine why I wanted it and neither could I, I just knew I did. Grammy Lint told me it was from her father's general store in Nova Scotia so I hauled it home and my father promptly claimed it, or tried to anyway. He thought it would be great for down the wharf to weigh lobsters and my mom said no, it would rust. So it sat under her china closet until I cleaned out the house three summers ago and took it home. Then it went into my basement!
This morning it came up, was cleaned up a bit and put on the vintage school desk in my kitchen. I happily dug out my Christmas cookie cutters and after seeing them all in one place, I have more than I thought . . . can you say addiction???? I brought out a vintage mixing bowl and put special cookie cutters into it with red, glass Christmas balls. I put my two blooming Christmas cactus back on the table and had my cookie cutter display. Not as artful as the pinterest ones, but I like it.
I remember making butter cookies with my mom and her letting us decorate them, the table, ourselves and some of the kitchen floor. I did it with my kids, my kids did it with my Mom and now I'm doing it with the grandbabies. Traditions - love them.
Looking at the scale reminds me of Grammy Lint. And Grampy Lint as he wrapped everything in newspaper and there is still newspaper stuck to the bottom of the scale (and I'm leaving it there). The cookie cutters remind me of mom and the bowl has memories in it too. Biscuit cutters from Nana Sawyer. Two cookie cutters - a lobster and a lobster boat - I had made to make my brother Sooky cookies for Christmas. And if he sees this, he'll probably call and ask why he hasn't gotten any in years . . . . A loon one from Minnesota.
Traditions - love them.
