Oh how I yearn for a simpler time, when a young man would simply give his paramour an intricately crafted wooden spoon to show his affection and ability to provide for their future family, especially if they ever ran out of spoons
It has come to my attention that not everyone knows what lovespoons are.
This is a lovespoon. They’re found in several cultures worldwide, particularly in Scandinavia, but most famously in Wales (that photo is a Welsh lovespoon) and, from at least the 17th century, they were given as gifts by a suitor to his intended lady. They’re supposed to be carved from one block of wood, and decorated with various symbols which have slightly nuanced meanings, all basically a variation on ‘you’re rad, want to get wed?’
Because marriage in poor, rural parts of Wales was often more akin to cohabitation at the time (i.e. you didn’t really have a big ol’ legal ceremony, you just sort of said ‘we’re married now’ and shacked up together) a lovespoon could act as a wedding ring of sorts; you’d put your goshdarn heart and soul into carving it and you’d give it to the dame you sought, and if she accepted the spoon, then you were essentially wed, or at least bound together in a meaningful way. It’s assumed that they were initially supposed to be at least somewhat functional, because people did in fact eat with wooden spoons back in the day, but they’re now purely decorative. And hoo boy, can they be decorative. These are some of the ones on display at St Fagans Museum:
Nowadays, they’re generally mass produced, and tend to look more like this:
Brings a whole new meaning to the sheer romance of spooning, doesn’t it?
St Fagan’s museum is one of my favourite places in the world. It’s dedicated to preserving the history of ordinary Welsh people and they do a wonderful job of it. And it’s free!
There’s a lot I miss about Wales and St Fagan’s is definitely high on the list.
NOT TO BRAG but I live super close to St Fagans, and me and my pals used to drive over on our free period at school, go to the Victorian bakery, and buy a loaf of hot, fresh bread to eat in the sixth form common room. A true delight.
My Welsh boyfriend bought me this beautiful love spoon necklace for my birthday and it's the most romantic gift he's ever given me




























