Someone asked me today what I look for when I go to the auction
and
I couldn't come up with anything specific because I don't collect anything or sell one particular look.
But I've definitely noticed a pattern of what I buy.
I buy things that speak to my soul!
Like chippy, old farm tables with edges worn down from years of families sharing meals, creating memories, through tears and laughter.
I especially love old discarded photos of forgotten people and places.
I long to protect them and save them from ending up in a dump,
where lives are
forgotten and memories dismissed.
Like yesterday's news .
I gravitate toward handmade, wooden boxes
and when I hold one in my hands I
imagine who owned them and what treasures they held.
Baseball cards, love letters or secret dreams?
Auctions are like life.
You have to sort through an awful lot of junk to find the real treasures.
And sometimes, you find something you didn't know you were searching for.
But then, there it is, and it speaks to you.
It becomes a part of who you are.
And no price is too high.
I'm at my happiest on Wednesdays, when I'm at the auction,
doing a little soul searching!
Like chippy, old farm tables with edges worn down from years of families sharing meals, creating memories, through tears and laughter.
I especially love old discarded photos of forgotten people and places.
I long to protect them and save them from ending up in a dump,
where lives are
forgotten and memories dismissed.
Like yesterday's news .
I gravitate toward handmade, wooden boxes
and when I hold one in my hands I
imagine who owned them and what treasures they held.
Baseball cards, love letters or secret dreams?
Auctions are like life.
You have to sort through an awful lot of junk to find the real treasures.
And sometimes, you find something you didn't know you were searching for.
But then, there it is, and it speaks to you.
It becomes a part of who you are.
And no price is too high.
I'm at my happiest on Wednesdays, when I'm at the auction,
doing a little soul searching!
