Call me sentimental, but it saddens me to think that this generation has become one of such waste. When a lady buys make up today, it is packaged in plastic disposable trays. It has lost its beauty, its elegance.
It seems the word refills, doesn’t exist any more. Gone are the days of lavishly designed containers, ones which meant something special, ones that would be treasured and handed down to future generations.
When I was a little girl I would go treasure hunting with my mother. And I really mean treasure hunting. My mother had and still has a love for old bottles. So at least once a weekend, just about every weekend when the weather would allow, we would venture out in to the woods. Yes, you read that right, I said into the woods. My mother and I would go to old house sites digging thru their dumping grounds. Mom would be looking for brightly colored blue, amber and purple glass and I would be digging, hoping to find something totally awesome. On one such journey into the woods, I unearthed a square metal box with a Lucite top. I didn’t have a clue what it was, but it was indeed love at first sight! I couldn’t wait to get it home and clean it up to see what my treasury really looked like.
Thus began my love for vintage compacts. I never had the thrill of unearthing another one, but that didn’t stop my collection from growing. Every trip I took; every place I visited, first on my list of things to do and see was always the hunt for compacts. So many beautiful casings, so many different materials, so many different shapes and sizes, I was in awe of every one of them.
Many of the ones that grace my collection were bought for fifty or seventy five cents way back then; you can’t find bargains like that nowadays! As a teenager, my friends thought that my collecting was kind of strange, but that didn’t stop them from bringing me a few every now and then.