Spoons

So I happen to have more spoons than one person should. I wouldn’t call it a collection….and this hobby shouldn’t be confused with the careful collecting of pristine cutlery. While doing a photo essay for a photography class in college, I spent some time perusing the local consignment stores, with the idea that I would document every day objects and their abandonment. And among a lot of junk, I found that people tend to just give up on perfectly useful, very cool things. One of them being spoons. Mismatched, lonely spoons. Weathered and oddly shaped spoons. Perfectly useful, very pretty spoons. And the very tiny, what-purpose-could-this-possibly-have spoon (my favorite). They are charming and I have to have them. I haven’t added to my small collection for a year or so, but when I came across this project a few months ago the flame was reignited. This father-daughter partnership is a really touching story. I have my eye on the thin, spindly one. Just because it is pretty, of course.