This new obsession with vintage things, actually isn't that new. The degree to which I want to purchase it however has greatly increased. I think it may have something to do with the fact that my mom now owns an antique store. Yes that's right. Calm down people and wipe your drool off of your keyboard. I am in fact swimming in antiques everywhere I turn. I live breathe and eat them. Wait scratch that, I do in fact not eat antiques. Antique food, does not exist and if it did it wouldn't be called antique it would be called moldy. Since penicillin has already been invented, I will spare my self the torture of rediscovery by means of mold.
Since I have been home I have been working with my mom for her company Treasures Limited, located in Westminster Colorado. Look it up. Check it out. Buy something. < Shameless plug for a family business, your welcome.
Anywho, I have been working along side her helping out at an estate sale. Thanks to a little thing called nepotism. Which works out highly in my favor seeing as I am only home for a month and need to make money. I mean who in their right mind would hire me for that amount of time. Oh that's right, my mom! Brilliant.
Man I get sidetracked a lot. Back to what I was saying. I have been helping out at an estate sale. Which basically means that I get to go through someones house and check out all of the stuff they've been hoarding for years. The house we are currently working in is a treasure chest. I'm surrounded by antiques that taunt me with their awesomeness. You say thats not a word, I say thats the most magnificent word. Unique.
Just yesterday as I was going through and setting up the house, I found old, old, old, cameras. I don't steal, but for an instance I considered slipping them under my shirt and walking the 4 miles home in the snow (my mom drove me there) in order to keep them. I didn't. The snow was the real deterrent, I just get way to cold now-a-days. Otherwise, nothing else about that plan seemed flawed at all.
Either way, they were brilliant! I fell in love with them, and slunk away knowing I simply can not afford them, and wished them well in their new life with random strangers. Then I retreated to the basement and searched through hundreds of vinyls and finally settled on Neil Diamond to get the pleasure of Serenading me while I worked. (I also have a mild obsession with Neil Diamond at the moment. I blame that one on Joe Bugg, which is strange cause he doesn't really care for him....interesting.) I swayed to his smooth sounds and uncovered various antique treasures.
I wish I could document them all, but in all it's wonderful glory all I could think is, "Is this what our lives equate to? Piles of stuff that people have to comb through when we pass away." Stuff that has gone untouched for years that we don't even remember? Is this really the legacy we want to leave when we are gone? Things aren't inherently bad, it just made me sit and wonder, what am I pouring my time and money into. Things that are lasting or things that fade and rust and collect dust.
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