What I’m doing is something I have wanted to do for a long time. I just didn’t really know how to get started. That’s where Lisa came in. She coaxed me and pushed and bullied me until I cried “uncle”. (No Lisa, you really didn’t bully me!!!!) Funny way to say thank you to her but that’s what I’m doing! I needed someone to jump in with. And who better than my friend!
So the time is about here. We are spending lots of time on the phone making plans, changing plans, and talking about our next flea market adventure.
I have one problem though. I have a hard time of letting go of some of my stuff. Both things I’ve had for years or even some of the newly acquired treasures. I just end up loving them all! Once I connect with it, even if I don’t know what I will ever do with it or where I will find room for it, it’s mine! And once I know a little history about its life, well you could say I’m a goner! Much to my husband’s dismay! (He was a minimalist until me met me!) I have to say though, after all these year’s, he’s been pretty good, although it did take some training.
I have chairs. Lot’s of chairs that really shouldn’t be sat in, because they are too old or too rickety. But oh, they are cool! And I can’t part with them. They are all from different eras and each one is beautiful in their own way. I have lots of rocks and shells, several vases, a few rugs and lamps just to name a few. Several hatboxes, quilts, some vintage clothing, even a few bobble heads! ( I love those!!) I guess I like a little of everything.
And as any collector knows, there’s nothing better then the smell of old wood from a table or chair! The smooth grain of a worn wooden rocking chair. Or better yet, walking into an old house with a little mustiness in the air! Ah yes! The best! Anything aged and imperfect seems to call to me.
So when you all come to visit our booth this Sunday and if you find something you can’t live without, just know I understand. But I might have to fight you for it!