On my way home from work yesterday I felt a familiar calling. It whispered, more like nagged me to take a little diversion to a nearby town. I pulled off the highway, drove through several stops lights, down a residential street, over the railroad tracks and into a little parking lot. The sky was overcast and grey after a full day of rain but no matter, the place I was going didn’t have any windows, just stuff, wall to wall stuff.
A little town a few miles to the north-east of my home is over-run with tiny antique shops, where you can find almost anything your heart desires- if you’re willing to pay for it. I quite often go just to browse, live in the moment of yesterday and hope that something I can’t live without jumps out at me, for the right price, of course.
When I first entered the shop I didn’t feel anything , no nostalgia, no excitement, no lust. I thought this trip was going to be a bust so I turned toward the door in an attempt to make it home and have dinner made before my hubby arrived. I made it halfway before I was stopped dead in my tracks by a case of vintage jewels, my biggest weakness. It was then that I felt that feeling of nostalgia, want, lust. The memories of grandma and her dresser in the attic filled with sparkly brooches, vintage hats and scarves, things I covet today.
The sales girl came over and offered to open the case. I knew once she did that it was all over for me but that tiny voice that came from an eight year old girl dying to play with her grandma’s jewels said “yes please.” Well I guess there isn’t too much else to say except I love the cameo brooch, the millenary flowers and the salvaged rosary chain that I spent three hours assembling last night. It looks great and I think if I can find the strength to part with it I’ll put it up for sale in my Etsy shop next week.
Have a wonderful weekend. I’m headed up-north to hunt for moral mushrooms-yum!
Someone once said:
A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.
Remember the pregger belly shoot? Well tomorrow is the big day. Grand Princess number two will be born by c-section at around 8 am. Postings on this blog may be a little sporadic for a while but be prepared for a lot of tiny fingers and toes and just plain cute. I will be busy being nurse, maid and Grammy for a few weeks. The basement apartment has been equipped with an added nursery. I’ll keep you posted on the health of Mom and baby as soon as I can and yes there will be lots of pictures!
Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body.
The princess sporting her tu tu in the park.
I think my love for dress-up and all things girlie started long ago in grandma’s attic. As a little girl I just loved to sneak up to the attic at grandma and grandpa’s and peek at the fancy hankies and cutesy aprons tucked away in a curvy old dresser. The dresser had an adjustible mirror that was perfect to get a look-see at my reflection in grandma’s church hats. They were kept in the stacks and stacks of boxes in every corner of the room. The treasures were endless as my imagination took root and sprouted wings in that little attic space. Even now I love to play dress up and have an incurable fascination with vintage jewelry and fancy hats.
Ang enjoying a day dream during the heat of the day.
I wish I had realized then how precious those things would be to me today and asked for a keepsake or two. I was a young girl when my grandparents passed and didn’t hang on to old mementos. I wish now that I had some of those attic treasures to tuck away for a day just like today. The house is quiet and dark on this rainy day; the perfect time to play a little dress up with my girls.
Ms. D and her purse named Fancy.
I usually don’t like the rain, it’s dark and depressing but for some reason today I don’t mind. It’s a good day for thoughts and reminiscing about treasures found on rainy days in grandma’s attic.
Wishing you many lovely day-dreams on this rainy Wednesday.