Another month in quarantine, another collection. With the shoes put to rest (only one pair of sandals found themselves in a KonMari donation pile) last month, I turned my attention to a favorite collection that I see daily, but often take for granted. The paperweights are out and about in our home, but I don't often take the time to admire them so they were a perfect candidate for my "millefiori di ottobre" FaceBook posts this October.
I didn't start out with the intention of collecting paperweights, certainly not 33 of them in the past 32 years, but there they all are. I shared 31 of them with you individually this past October during my daily FaceBook posts and I'd like to present them all to you now as Mari and I see them every day.
This is the overhead view, through the glass top of the coffee table (which is very awkward to remove, especially just for a photo shoot, so on it stayed). |
I honestly don't remember where they all lived before Mari and I found "the perfect coffee table" for our living room about 15 years ago, but they were not clustered together in any one place. One of the more exciting things about collecting (anything) is finding items in a variety of different locations (even different states, countries, and continents) and bringing them all together or "recollecting" them as I have been fond of saying in this here blog. While several of these paperweights were purchased at the same location (the Michiana Antique Mall and the West Palm Beach Antiques Festival at the South Florida Fairgrounds come to mind), even those were purchased from different vendors and booths and often years apart.
This is the view from the couch. I like to think of them all snuggly cozy, each speaking their truest bold and bright selves. |
Most of my paperweights have found me during travels when Mari and I regularly visit fleamarkets, antique malls, and garage sales. As you know by now, many of our travels are influenced by the location and timing of these events.
More blue. As you know from my shoe (and sock) collection, blue is a favorite hue. |
Fallo blu! (Go blue!) |
It was fun to discover these two patriotic tributes among my collection. |
Aside from all the multi-colored millefiori fermacarte I have collected over the past three (plus) decades, sometimes the modest varietals can be simply spectacular. |
Lefty is one of my oldest paperweights. To be honest, I really could not recall the first. Call it age or (hoarding) just having too many collections in the house. |
As you know, when I am on the hunt for collectibles, there is never any one item I seek. Sometimes it is the size, color, or arrangement of colors that catches my collector's eye. |
I was immediately dazzled by the bright hues of Righty, so different from the green-imbued Lefty. As much as I love symmetry, too, I was overwhelmed by the resplendent randomness. |
Similarly hued, these are both on the mini side at 1.6875 (Lefty) and 1.75 (Righty) inches in diameter. Purchased thousands of miles and decades apart, they now live together in perfect harmony. |
One of the most recent alongside one of the oldest in my collezione. Lefty was discovered during our recent yet-to-be-blogged Maine adventures and was the subject of my first ottobre FaceBook posts. |
This unusual cuideam pàipear hails from Crief, Scotland and was made by Perthshire Paperweights. My only flat-top (slightly concave) was found far from his Scottish ancestral home at a Manhattan flea. |
Not quite like the others, but also living in harmony today as you can see at top. Lefty is a mystery to me in his flirtatiously murky fluidity. I found the colors deliriously soothing. |
I presented this true fermacarte millefiori last because it is a special souvenir. It proudly and literally represents the history of Italian millefiori. |
High on my souvenir search list during our trip to Italy in 2013 was a millefiori paperweight from the home of millefiori paperweights. It didn't take long for this unique piece to find me on our first full day in Venice. Along with several thousand other out-of-towners, Mari and I strolled the shops in St. Mark's Square, enjoying the creamiest and dreamiest hazelnut gelato. The basilica bells were tolling, birds (and tourists) were everywhere, and, of course, the souvenir shops beckoned. Mari and I restrained as best we could because three weeks of punctiliously budgeted travels (and luggage space) awaited. It was as we rounded the last corner in the Square that my collector's gaze narrowed its focus and I drew breath for the first time.
If you recall, dear reader, the same feeling erupted when I discovered this Limoges M&M sorter at the Paris flea back in Paris, episode 9. |
Technically, my Venetian souvenir is not a millefiori paperweight, but a collection of carefully crafted canes yet to be enveloped by molten glass. I had never seen such a thing and was thrilled to make room for this very minuscolo memento (2.25 inches diameter but only 0.875 inches tall). My deconstructed paperweight now sits within reach and easy sight by my desktop computer. Owing to his vertical challenges, my piccolo italiano doesn't play well with the others and their pinguid personalities.
As you can see in this final view, the collection has room to grow. They will soon be packed away for a seasonal slumber, however, as some beloved Christmas collections come out of hibernation for their own days in the South Texas sun (sorry, that's a lot of glare on the table top). Thanks to all of you who tuned in today and who took the time to comment on FaceBook. It was divertente to share such a beloved collection with you this ottobre!
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