Often on a Saturday morning, we are off with the GPS to see what we can find at local estate sales. In years past, we would have enthusiastically bought things for our shops. These days, we voyeuristically waft our way through other’s homes day dreaming, window shopping, and enjoying ourselves.
Occasionally we buy something. Yesterday, in a tidy home above the ocean, I passed on a lovely large Kitchen Aid mixer for a hundred bucks that would have beat with a stronger pulse than my 1938 Sunbeam Mixmaster. Swedish influences mixed with mid-century modern struck a good juxtaposition with the big windows overlooking the ocean. I, the fabric whore, passed on the acre of lovely white laces to bring home a delightful, tan lidded casserole from the early fifties.
Other homes were not such kind ones reflecting a different view of their owners. Again I passed on a stronger mixer so overwhelmed was I by the quantity of things left behind. In one home, boxes of sweaters had over crowded one bedroom filling one closet floor to ceiling and catching all the dust bunnies under the bed, under the dressers, and spilling out into the hall. At another house, there were Christmas decorations fighting for space with Victoriana in every tiny room spilling over into the back yard and rental home to the rear in a cacophonous, dusty mess. Such obsessions so overcrowded what is left of my mind that I couldn’t consider buying a single thing.
I came home determined to get rid of more of my own belongings. Somehow. My problem is the same as there’s; I love what I have.
- Keeping those on the east coast in my thoughts.
- Himself: Had fun at the sales, napped well, and was the talking star at the Automotive Museum. Slept in this morning.
- Herself: Not only did I let some skinny brown kid steal a bag of popcorn out from under my nose, I became aware that I can no longer put faces with belongings. I shan’t do that job again….double darn it. Probably had another TIA or two this year, and my growing loss of short term memory just confirms this.
- Reading: Still wandering in WWI.
- Balance: Yesterday’s nap was a success.