Like my mother, I'm a hoarder. I suspect her mother might have been the same. I inherited a box of vintage keys many years ago when I also inherited my grandparent's pine blanket chest. There was a key hole but no key. Out came the box and from the box came a key. Since then the box has stood family and friends in good stead when they've bought old furniture without keys.
Time marches on and it's time to say goodbye to my keys and hope they find good homes. To this end, I have listed them in my Etsy shop. I think they'd be great in steam punk jewellery, on 'moving home' or 'coming of age cards' in a box frame or just enjoyed for what they are. Granny was born in the 1880s and these are genuine so a little bit of history here.
I feel a bit sad parting with them but have no use for them. Fate will decide; if they sell then it's meant to be; if they don't sell then I'm meant to keep them. We'll see. I'd love them to have a new purpose in life than be stored in a drawer in my study.
I know nothing about keys. If you are a key expert, do tell me what the flat one with the spigot in the top picture was used for.