I am keeping these vintage buckles, even though I don't need them and may never think of a good opportunity to use them.
Mostly I'm just grateful that I found them in our recent major cleanup, because over the last few years I've gone looking for them - not to use them, just to admire them - and I had no clue where they'd gone.
When I first started designing hats, I did one with a buckle on it that was accepted by Interweave Knits, which was pretty much the most exciting moment of my creative life. I've had short stories published too, but: Interweave Knits??? I'd been a fan of that magazine for pretty much ever. Talk about getting a sense of validation. The point of this anecdote is not existential value though. It's that I didn't have a nice buckle of my own to use for the hat sample so I hunted on eBay for something suitable. And once I started buying some, I couldn't stop.
Obviously. Do you feel like this is a lot of buckles yet?
It's amazing to me how ornate some of these things are. And how tiny. I mean I think they were mostly used for belts, but any belt narrow enough to work with such a small buckle would hardly be worth the trouble of making it and/or putting it on - it must have been just such an expectation of a dress or pants to include a belt back when these were in use! Now, you can do without a belt a lot of the time. And in fact may prefer to. I wonder if the ratio of belts in fashion is related to that of girdles...
Okay, so I think I have established my case for this being an awful lot of vintage buckles. And every one of them (apart from the pink ones that are still on their card and were never used, apparently) represents a tiny fraction of the dresses and jackets that incorporated them. Isn't it wild to think of how many clothes required fancy buckles in the past and now many don't, today?
Isn't it crazy to think that this is enough of an excuse to keep them even though I'm trying to get rid of everything I don't absolutely need?
I'll tell you what I think would be very pretty - a shadow box with a few rows of mother of pearl buckles lined up inside it, hung on the wall in a sunny spot so people can admire how beautiful they are. Maybe I'll get around to doing one, and maybe not, but I am pretty sure it's a convincing enough reason not to have to question myself too closely.
Why would you keep these vintage buckles, if they were yours - or would you move them on, like I should?