Since I was a little girl, I've wanted to own a spinning wheel and a butter churn. As much as I make fun of that tacky Bicentennial stuff we keep stumbling across, I guess it left a lasting impression on my early childhood. Or I read the Little House on the Prairie books a few too many times.
I got my spinning wheel years ago and I got my butter churn at the thrift shop earlier this week. Actually, it's our third churn, but who's counting? The first one is just a crock, without the lid or plunger. The second one, which is technically my husband's, is the glass kind with paddles and a metal crank.
This is the kind I've been dreaming of...
And, yes, I do see that brand new screw and the plywood on the plunger. And, no, I didn't notice that until I took the pictures. When I'm buying something that I think is old, I rarely spend enough money that it matters whether I'm right or wrong.
I'm fairly convinced that the crock itself is old. For the twelve bucks I spent -- did I mention that the butter churn of my dreams had a green tag and was 75% off? -- it doesn't matter if its a reproduction. I just want something neat looking to sit next to our big old fireplace. I could have spent a lot more for a brand new piece of decor that would look dated in a few months or years.