That was the beginning of what was to become a life long journey of treasure hunting.
My grandma on my mom’s side was my trainer. As I grew up and had kids of my own, I would drop them off at pre-school and away Grandma and I would go! Goodwill, garage sales, thrift stores, estate sales. We had to work fast, as pre-school only lasted a few hours and we had to get back to the kids. However there were many times we took them with us. You’re never too young to start learning the trade!
She taught me the secrets. What to look for, and where to look. Up, down, on the floor, in corners, in nasty looking boxes of junk, through heaps of linens (dirty or clean), abandoned photos, and discarded clothing! Everything had a story she would say. And I believed her. After all she was Grandma! I learned to ask questions about items that I would buy. Wanting to know what it was, where it came from, how they acquired it, how old it was. It was all part of the process of collecting. I was hooked. I would call my mom (grandma’s daughter) and tell her all about the treasures we acquired, but she just didn’t get it. Grandma told me the “collecting gene” skips every other generation and that mom was skipped! Ha! I was in!
Skip forward to present. Here I am with my oldest and dearest friend Lisa moving forward on this journey which is a little scarry but a lot exciting! If back in our youth we had a crystal ball as to what we would be doing at this time of our life we probably wouldn’t be a bit surprised. We still have the sense of adventure that we had back in day!
Wish us luck and we will definitely keep you posted.