I had some time to kill during my lunch hour yesterday. It’d been a few months since I’d ventured in to the local antique store. I absolutely LOVE that place, and have to have a little self-control to keep my checkbook in the positive.
Maybe it’s because it is downtown and in an old department store building. Maybe it’s because you can breathe in all the history when you climb the steps to the top floor. Maybe it’s because I can see so many things from my great-grandparents, grandparents and parents’ homes. Maybe it’s because it reminds me of my own childhood and I get a little nostalgic when I go in there.
Maybe it’s because my own home is less than 10 years old. Maybe it’s because it’s all too “new” to me. I like old things, I like antiques mixed in with my own things. I try to pick up things here and there to make my home feel like me.
Just the other day I was in the old shed at our house looking for something to feed that kittens in and found another old Folgers coffee can. You can bet it made it back into the house. I’m sure my husband rolled his eyes when he saw the “new” Folgers can on the counter drying after a bath.
More than once have I been in an antique store and thought, “man, I should go through some of my stuff and see if I can peddle it.” Instead I decide to keep it because the sentimental value often outweighs the antique value of it. Until I have to have a separate building to house my treasures, I’ll keep picking and choosing my purchases. I do enjoy the hunt!