Saturday, my friend, Donna, and I set out early for a day of antiquing, chatting and lunch.
In one of our favorite antique shops, we spotted a bottle of laundry bluing, similar to this one that I have.
This is the memory it brought to mind:
My sisters, June and Rose, were teenagers when I was born. Although I’ve always known how much they love me, I’m sure there were times, as I was growing up, when I was an aggravating little pest.
Once I remember saying to Rose: “Whatcha doin”? And she replied: “Doin’ bluin’, wanna buy a bottle?”. That was probably a popular, snappy little comeback in those days, but I remember that it made me mad, and at the same time, hurt my feelings. I’m sure I went crying to Mom. I don’t recall what Mom’s reaction was.
It’s amazing how an empty little bottle can bring back a memory from so long ago.
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I can recall my Mom talking about bluing but this is the first time I’ve SEEN it……! How interesting that it sparks a memory for you – – – “things” do that sometimes don’t they.
Pam
I have to say that I don’t know a thing about bluing! But I think it is a cute little bottle! I must google…….
Good Morning!
can’t say i’ve ever ‘blued’ anything.
As you and I talked about–antiquing is not about spending money as much as the sight of things from our childhood taking us down a lovely lane of memories. Yours was especially sweet.
I love it…”doin bulin”. I did went into a little antique store in the little town of Dandridge, TN last week and thought of you. It’s not something I do often but something was calling me in. Well, I found something I just had to have. It fit me and the price was right! David is bringing it home with him this weekend. Wanna guess what it is?
Sorry for the “did”. I should have read what I wrote before I hit POST!
I do not remember the bluing, but I do understand how things from the past can spark a great memory. Good find.
I remember this story – I know you’ve told it to me a couple of times … glad to see it made it to the blog ! I think a lot of those memories are just waiting for something to bring them back !
I’ve heard of bluing, seems like it was used to keep whites bright–?
I have an old bottle of bluing too on the shelf in my laundry room. It reminds me of watching my Mom do our laundry in the old wringer washer.
When I think of bluing, I think of my grandmother who put bluing in her hair. She did not care for the white or yellow that her lovely hair turned when she was 50.
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