I’ve always loved the look of vintage/antique things. I’m particularly fond of skeleton keys, old locks, bottles, and jars (and almost anything made out of glass). Having children, I can’t always grab these things to take home with me, but that will change once they are older. It wasn’t until recently that my husband and I started checking out some of the local antique shops, and I discovered that my love for all things old was much deeper than I previously thought. I wanted everything I saw, even if I had no use for it, and as I lusted after these amazing treasures all I could do was imagine how amazingly unique and interesting my home would be if I lived on my own (poor Mr. PropertyOfPotter!). Snapping back into reality, I enjoyed looking through all the amazing things that had held up so well over time. We walked away with a few Ball canning jars for my sea glass collection, but I held back on other things due to lack of funds. *cries*
Not long ago my husband and I went on a mini vacation on the motorcycle and sadly dealt with nothing but rain the whole time. We decided instead of trying to see the sights (which was the whole reason for the location), that we would do a little antiquing. The first shop we stopped at proved to be a wise choice, since we picked up a couple wonderful things!
I saw this adorable looking round tin and picked it up to get a closer look. When I read the front I knew it was something we had to grab! Our tattoo artist’s name is Adam and the wording on the front was too much to pass up! He’s the type of person that is constantly joking about his ‘junk’ and I could just imagine the look on his face when he saw this! He’s also a collector of all things unique and interesting and after showing my husband, we agreed that it had to come home with us.
While I was standing there, I opened the tin to see what it looked like on the inside. I hadn’t noticed how heavy it felt, so I was quite shocked when a long, faded, cloth covered spring came popping out of it. I jumped, seeing as it was very unexpected, and my husband and I were both laughing until we were crying! The owner of the shop came over to see what the fuss was about (I think she assumed we were up to no good) and realized that our laughter was deserved. We closed the lid, finished up our shopping (where we also purchased our second lock), and excitedly imagined the look on our artist’s face when he saw our gift to him.
Today is a tattoo day, so we were able to give him the gift. You could instantly tell that he loved the look and text on the tin, and after asking if there was actually any nuts in it, he opened it and jumped back while the spring flew out. We were all laughing and it proved to be a great gift. Old? Check. Great design? Check. Slightly perverted? Check. I’m almost sad my man’s name isn’t Adam…the tin was a little difficult to part with!