Singapore's founding father, Lee Kuan Yew, has died, and the nation is officially in mourning. Enough has been said with regard his good/bad points already, and I do not intend to pass any comment on the man myself except maybe in private, with friends. Instead, today's post is inspired by a conversation shared with Gorgeous Husband this morning concerning the word 'vintage' and what it ought and ought not properly be applied to.
I have only ever been asked to be a bridesmaid once, and that was when I was just a little girl, I can't remember how hold exactly. Perhaps my mum will be kind enough to remind me. Either way, I was enrolled to be a bridesmaid at my Auntie Janet's wedding. I was decked out in purple, my sister was in yellow and whoever the page boy was (I'm guessing he might have been a relative from my Uncle Rob's side, but again, you'd need really to ask my mum) wore a red and black kilt together with a white shirt. It was the sort of colour scheme one quite often came across during the seventies, perfectly charming at that time. I probably wouldn't remember it except that the entire affair was captured in glorious technicolour just because it could be. (Yes, kids, I really am sufficiently ancient that I can remember the days when colour photography appeared as a new and exciting art form.) After the wedding was over Janet and Rob gave my sister and I each a charm bracelet bearing just one charm each. Thereafter, every Christmas, both my Aunty Janet and my Aunty Margaret, my Dad's two youngest sisters, gave each of us new charm, two charms a year for what must have been close to six years. My question to you now is this: Does the item of jewellery shown on the right qualify as vintage or merely as used, and does it even matter provided I continue to treasure it? |