I met the lovely Shoko at Blogshop back in September. Ever since I’ve been following her blog, Sho and Tell, which is such a breath of fresh air. I can always count on Shoko to restore some sense of tranquility to my day. Her tastes seem to run towards the gorgeous and sublime. I believe she may get that from her grandmother…
Like many twenty-somethings who have relocated to cities far from home, I‘ve had to furnish my new digs (or, to be accurate, my room in the apartment I share with two roommates) on a budget. IKEA bed frame here, CB2 vase there. When I first moved to New York, my financial restrictions combined with a paralyzing fear of bed bugs (no thrift store décor for me!) caused me, more often than not, to shy away from all things used, and settle for unoriginal.
So when Erin invited me to contribute a Sentimental Salvage, I initially drew a blank. The only items I’ve salvaged have come from Anthropologie sale racks, I thought. Then, I remembered.
I brought these pieces of dishware – a stout little sugar bowl and a striped soy sauce dispenser – home from a recent trip to Japan. My mother, who’s in the process of cleaning out my grandparents’ house in Tokyo, saw me admiring them one morning and encouraged me to take them home.
I don’t know the history behind them, but I love that these pieces — that once sat on my grandparents’ kitchen shelf in Tokyo — now have a home in my New York City apartment. My grandmother was a legendary cook, so I also like to think that maybe, just maybe, some of her culinary know-how will rub off on me when I use her things.
These pieces, though small, are part of my family’s history. I think they’re beautiful – I especially adore the colored stripes – and they bring to mind many happy memories of meals I’ve shared with people I love. I’m so happy, and so grateful, to have them.
Absolutely beautiful! I, too, adore those stripes! Thank you Shoko!
Images by Shoko