
This is one of my latest acquisitions, a very nice cutter, dating from, I think, WW2 or so.
Most folk wouldn't give it a second look, it's tatty and "old fashioned", which is probably why it ended up at the tip, where it was rescued and brought home by me for literally a few pennies.
Take another look at it - the history it holds is untold, but it is there. I imagine it's been through a lot, and will now serve my household very well - I even have in mind the first biscuit I will make with it!
This little cutter encapsulates my life very well; first of all, it has soul - older, used things, imbibed with a sense of their own and other's history, just not present in new things churned out by the million by machines operated by people usually with little interest in the process or the product. It is useful and beautiful (William Morris.......); it will do another turn instead of being dumped in a landfill somewhere, discarded and thought as useless; even if I never use it, it's intrinsic beauty and just a niceness to handle and look at is enough to justify it a place in my home.
So- it's not only a biscuit cutter is it?
Off to turn the stove up ready................:)