I adore old urns and will take them any way they come, marble, metal or stone. I have some 19th century marble ones that I bought many years ago which are in fabulous condition and they have lived with us in different rooms. I recently bought a small pair of enamelled metal ones which were supposed to be for stock, but which now live with me as I can’t bear to part with them, yet.
Whilst out brocanting yesterday at a large street fair, my first purchase was a lovely urn with roses along each side. It was being used as a weight to tie down the seller’s tent and as we hauled it away, he was desperately searching for something to replace it. May 1 is a national holiday here, labour day, celebrated with small sprigs of Lily of the Valley to be given to women of the house. I understand it is a tradition, started by the labour and union movement, that private sellers could sell muguet (lily of the valley) with no sales tax. So, together with the urn, I got a small bundle of flowers.
My other half has started to complain about me buying heavy furniture, and as he takes the strain when carrying, I do sympathise. However, a few weeks ago I came across a very large pair of antique urns that I just couldn’t say no to, and so I bought them. It’s when we went back to collect them and they each had to be carried by 2 chaps that I realised how very heavy they are. So plans to take them to a fair have been shelved for a while to give me time to work out how we would do it. Or, they could just stay with me as I think they could be left outside without too many worries due to their extreme weight. I think they would look superb filled with flowers but next time, before buying, I will be lifting before parting with my money.