We are stopping by an
estate sale. The home is up on the side
of the Point, and the charming steps and tall glass windows give a glimpse into
another world. Few today can afford one
of a kind, architect designed homes. This
is one and it is filled with the bits of their many years of travels.
I get to these wonderful
homes and wonder if they had children…so much is left. All the dishes, all the many pots and pans,
the new ones in the kitchen and the worn ones in the garage. So much art still hangs on the walls.
We will stick our heads in
today to see if anything we loved yesterday is still there at half price today. Descoware…The enamel pops off the bottom, but
I still love those pots. The shattered
silk framed piece. Would I hang it
somewhere? That jewelry piece…would I
wear it. The office chair…would George
hate the wobbles.
It’s a lovely, sunny day
out there. Maybe later, I can get him to
give me a boat ride on the bay later..
Things that meant so much to someone left for people to pick over, makes me sad in one way. Then again, things get new homes with, someone else to treasure them. Reaffirms the thought that what we take with us is the love we felt and shared, it is all that matters.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the boat!
I came to comment about treasures and see that Marie expressed my exact sentiments. I also wanted to say that the photo of the boats is just marvelous.
ReplyDeleteI have the same thoughts at those estate sales. When I look around my home at all my "treasures" I wonder what someone else might pay for them when my children have taken all they want and put the rest up for sale.
ReplyDeleteWe cannot have the wobbles!
ReplyDeleteI am glad we got the chair.
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