Reading by Lamplight
A vintage treasure

Trista Signe Ainsworth recently wrote about her collection of silver spoons and what they mean to her and then prompted us to write about our own precious treasures.
At first, I couldn’t think of anything besides my vinyl collection that I’d already written about. Mainly I’ve felt uninspired and unmotivated to the point of needing to refill the well. I think the holidays do that to me, and I’m still trying to recover.
Today, I took a trip to the bookstore and came back feeling refreshed and energized (more on that in a different story). At some point, I had the lamp in the photo in mind as a treasure that I cherish, but the words wouldn’t come. Until today.
The lamp belonged to my husband’s grandmother. When she passed away years ago, I was lucky enough to get that lamp, an entryway table that has a marble top and wooden legs, and her sewing machine.
My favorite of the three is the lamp. When we brought it home, I knew exactly where it would go. I polished it up and placed it on my nightstand.
I love the pull-cord switch that clicks when I turn the lamp on or off, the flowers on the frosted-etched glass, and the details surrounding it. It helps me still feel close to her while giving me light so I can read in bed before I drift off to sleep. It’s functional and pretty, but more than that, it offers warmth and light, just like the woman it belonged to. I’ll always cherish my precious treasure.
Check out Trista Signe Ainsworth’s story about her lovely silver spoons.





