Thursday, August 21, 2008
One of my favorite things to do is go antique shopping. Well, any type of shopping works, but I especially love to peruse items that others no longer have a need for. It's true one man's junk is another man's treasure. I especially love vintage linens. I don't own many, but I thoroughly enjoy pouring over hand stitched initials, delicate lacework and intricate details that have long since been replaced by simplicity, and straight tailored lines. I am going to make such a great old lady. My house will be filled with lacy linens and doilies, bowls of hard candies on my wicker coffee table, faded, framed collages of my great grand children lining my walls and a year's supply of Aspercreme safely ensconced in my medicine cabinet. I'll sip decaf coffee from pretty little tea cups and talk with my other blue-haired friends about the 'good old days' when gas was only $4.00 a gallon. And just in case anybody needs it, I'll still be sprightly enough to reach into my 'pocketbook' and produce a 'hankie'. Probably one with sombody else's initials that I found at an antique shop when I was still in my 30's, that I've been carrying around since the War on Iraq! Just off the Garland District here in Spokane there's an old, run down shopping area on Monroe that's filled with antiques and second hand shops. It's been a long time since I've been there, but I drive past it every day on the way to the YMCA where the girls are having a blast taking swimming lessons. Maybe one day next week I can convince them to let me stop and look around, even if it's just for a minute!