At times I look around my house and I am dismayed by its lack of character. I suppose everyone with a house does this, at least those of us who built a house from scratch. The house has to get its character from me, and except for the bathroom, it's pretty bland. I even have some original builder house fixtures, like the lights in the master bathroom and the laundry room, and all the sinks. I still see it as a new house, while the rest of the world sees it as dated, so until the day 1980's wallpaper and stenciling is considered "character," it will just have to be dull.
Not only is the house relatively new, so are all the contents. These are all the things I own that could be considered "old":
A mandolin and a cunning sewing cabinet from my great-grandfather
A tiny engagement ring from my great-grandmother
Carpentry tools from Gary's grandfather
Some old letters from the first World War
WWII semi-fore flags from my father
1950s silver and china from my dead aunt
An old weight pin and a toy bank from who knows where
Some books, none of which are first edition:
The History of England in Words of One Syllable from 1880
Homer's Iliad from 1898
Strange Animals I Have Known from 1931
A Marriage Manual from 1953
And then after that, everything is new, and by “new” I mean late 20th century.
I suppose everything is just on the cusp between dated and vintage. No doubt I'll die someday and a realtor will gush about the original sinks and the hand-applied stencilling. "Waverly wallpaper! You just don't see that anymore!"