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This is one of my favorite displays in my mother's home...
My father purchased most of these vintage copper pieces for her at his favorite thrift store. My mother has such an eye for balancing size and color and puts together beautiful displays like this throughout her home.
But here's the thing about my father. If four copper pieces are good, then four new bags of copper and BRASS pieces are even better...every week. He saw how much my mother appreciated her gift, and he could never seem to stop. Once a week he would go to the thrift store and purchase one, and sometimes even two or three, bags of copper and brass trinkets. Now, my mother LOVES copper, but she despises brass and he could never work this out in his head somehow. After bringing home the fifteenth bag of copper and brass, my mother gently suggested that perhaps she had enough copper and that certainly, she had enough brass and that it was unnecessary for him to purchase anymore.
This was a concept he could not wrap his mind around. Week by week by week he would continue to bring home bags of copper and brass. There were brass sailboats, brass penguins, brass pencil sharpeners, copper rabbits, brass butterflies, copper scissors. Granted, some of the copper was very vintage, but my mother only has so much space for tasteful, uncluttered displays. When my father saw that she wasn't displaying everything he bought her, he began to feel sad and expressed this to her. Unfortunately, this turned into a dispute and my father vowed to never buy her anything again. My mother was somewhat relieved as she had begun to run out of space in the back yard for the bags of copper and brass.
As weeks passed however, my father forgave my mother and began again to lovingly purchase the bags of brass and copper once more. She knew that there was no way to stop it and simply kept storing them in the bags in which they came in out-of-the-way places throughout their property.
Now that the sad day has come and my father has passed to his eternal rest, perhaps she'll miss the weekly bags of vintage metal that would greet her on her kitchen table upon her return from school. Or maybe not....Copper anyone?
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