many of us are not…but wish we could be.
Someday, I hope to board a plane
and visit faraway places and
see totally different sights, smells and languages,
not often experienced in my
little corner of the world.
Until then, visiting blogs from people
all over the world gives me a fascinating
glimpse into their lives and homes.
Today, I’m thrilled to share a glimpse
into the life of someone who has led
a very different life from me,
yet we share many things in common…
like our love of vintage goods.
Her name is Sumaya.
Sumaya has been a customer of mine
for quite some time and in the
course of our “business” dealings,
we’ve shared little tidbits about
ourselves and our lives.
She’s become a friend…albeit,
a very faraway friend.
Sumaya lives near Cape Town, South Africa.
She recently started blogging,
so I’m thrilled that I can now
get some visual glimpses into her
life and world and I’m
glad to introduce her to you today.
Interspersed with Sumaya’s story
are pictures from her lovely new blog,
Evocative Vintage, where she shares
her creations and projects.
Please visit her blog, and give
her a friendly welcome to the blog world!
So, without further ado,
I introduce you to…Sumaya.
I am a 51 year old mom of 2
grown up girls age 22 and 29and a grandma to my 5 year
old granddaughter.I live with my husband, my
daughter (single mom)and my granddaughter in one
of the suburbs of Cape Town.My eldest daughter lives in
Johannesburg with her husband.I have 7 other siblings; 4
sisters and 3 brothers.Yes, my Mom and Dad were very
busy back in the day!I work as a business analyst
for one of thebiggest Investment Management
companies in South Africa.On weekends, I love going to
vintage markets,flea markets and junk stores
and I love crafting.I stumbled across the Etsy
site,with all its marvelous
vintage treasures,decided to give upcycling a
go, and the rest is history.I grew up in the 60's.We were forcefully removed
from District Sixwhen in 1966 under the
'apartheid' law,District Six was declared a
white's only areaunder the Group Areas
Act.You can read up about it here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/District_Six.We were relocated to a bleak,
sandy township complexon the Cape Flats. We moved
into a 4-roomcouncil house with no hot
water or electricity.The semi-detached house, with
its asbestos roofhad 1 living area, a kitchen,
2 bedrooms and an outside toilet.There were a lot of mouths to
feed,so we had to get by with only
the barest essentials,yet my mom managed to create
a warm and cozylittle nest for her
brood withwonderful meals on the table
every day.She was a great cook and homemaker.I remember that not a day
went by whensomeone did not come by for a
visit.My love of vintage
imperfection stemsfrom my childhood and I
getvery nostalgic when I think
about it.My earliest and fondest
memoriesare seeing my Mom bustling
aroundthe tiny kitchen preparing
the evening meal,the aromas filling the
air,and the warm glow from the
wood burning stoveas she stoked the fire.There was the ginormous metal
kettle sitting atopone of the hot plates,
supplying constant hot water,the big galvanized tub we
bathed in, andthe galvanized pail that kept
the clean water.We had a scoop we used to
fill withclean water to rinse away the
soap suds.Our metal kitchen table had a
formica topin blue, where I loved to sit
andhave my peanut butter
sandwich in the afternoon.The formica kitchen dresser
with itscolour blocks in blue and
yellowhad a built in clock that
never said the right time.There was a cheerful 'skirt'
hiding the pots and pansthat my mom stored below the sink.It wasn't really a
cupboard;it was just an open area
with a slatted wood shelf to pack
things on.I remember my eldest sister
frying Vetkoekin a pan on the primus
stove....sigh!We used to fill it with
apricot, strawberry jellyor curried mince. Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vetkoek
to read about this delicacy.Dad sat in his favourite
armchair,reading his newspaper and
listeningto the little battery
operated, portable radio.Much later he got us one of
those radiogramsthat could play LP's as well.chickens, a fig tree, and a
mulberry treeand I think a few stray cats
as well.As the years passed, things got better.The big insurance and oil
companiesstarted looking for ways to
helptheir staff become home
owners.That's how we got to move
into a bigger housewith hot water and
electricity...but I missed the tiny little
house on that dusty street,with its cheerful
drapes,mismatched furniture,fig tree and its heavy cast
iron wood burning stove.
You may never get to visit South Africa,
but I do hope you’ll take a moment
to visit her “home” in Blogland.
You won’t even get jet lag and
I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to “meet” you.
It IS a small world after all.