Those Singing Items

I'm swiping this little verse from Karen at Life Is Good. It says a lot about how we all feel our homes should be:

"There should be items in your home

that sing a little song to you

when you walk by."

-Nate Berkus

Which items in my house do this to me? Here are some:

Of course ... my spinning wheel.

I haven't been using it lately, but it's persistently whispering to me every time I'm near it.

 And my grandmother's sewing machine. I have been sewing lately, more than I did for years, so it's quite happy with me and hums as I walk by.

 This photo captures two items that sing. They sit atop my piano. The metronome I've had since I first started playing piano, so it's seen all my musical frustrations, procrastinations, successes, sadnesses and joys. It's a stern music teacher.

The candelabra is one of a pair that sit on the piano and click and tinkle in accompaniment as I play. They sat atop my mother's piano when I was a young practicing child. Now they sit atop mine. They frustrate the metronome in her attempt to keep me in line.

How old is this matchbox dispenser?

It was in my mother's kitchen. Once I boldly asked her for it, but she declined. Then after they'd moved to West Virginia and I took once last tour around their old, empty house, there it was ...

hanging on the kitchen wall.

I took that as a sign.

It sings, "Thank you for rescuing me!"

 This jewelry box belonged to my great-grandmother, Margaret Myrtle (always known as "Mungie"). I have very few things of hers, so it is precious to me, and I've had it for decades.

But I never met Mungie, so she didn't know of me, and she didn't give the box to me directly.

I always feel the box is saying, "Who are you?

You aren't the girl who know me when I was new.

Where is she?"

Do you have items in your house that sing to you?