Objects with a Story

Some things just sit in a room. Others carry it.

As I mentioned earlier, we live in a 1950s house — once home to the city’s furrier, Strømme. In the basement, there’s a 5×11 meter space we now call the fur room. This is where Strømme Konfeksjon began their business, with local seamstresses sewing elegant garments and fur coats. In the summer, the city’s well-dressed women would bring their coats for storage — the cool cellar doubling as a refrigerator for precious furs.

When we moved in, we decided to keep a few original pieces of furniture. Else and John, the previous owners, had curated their home like a museum (maybe I’ll show you more of this later on). I like to think they would’ve appreciated that we’ve let some of their choices live on — blending gently into a more contemporary setting, mixing old with new.

Speaking of inheritance: I was given an original fur from Strømme, passed down through my family. Now it hangs on a Strømme hanger in our entryway — a soft whisper from another time. Like echoes folded gently into the present.

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