Because there was this time I found myself at an antique sale in
I started feeling that sweaty palms, heart skipping a beat feeling in anticipation.
But once I got to the front door, I was not greeted with a room full of treasures…
just an ‘Enter at your own risk’ sign.
contemplated if I should or should not go in
thought how nice it would be to have some gloves right about now
Trinkets and signs on the walls, boxes piled high on the floors
and antique furniture down the halls as far as the eye could see.
The only light in the house was coming in through broken windows
and the holes in the walls and roof- no electricity.
You had to watch your step as there were weak spots and holes in the floor
and the amount of dust and who knows what else that covered everything was pretty disgusting
I was completely mesmerized as I wandered through the building,
up a ramp to another floor, into smaller rooms
and down the stairs to the basement.
Though, I came home with just a handful of pieces,
and so many pieces that were already spoken for
and I didn’t really find any old broken pieces of furniture that talked to me.
I looked into those corners where no one was arguing
I shared the pedestal table in another post and
had so many questions about wanting to see the close ups on this mirror- so sharing a closer look.
of grunge on it and it was so dark inside the building
without any lighting that it was hard to get a close look at things.
Happy Monday everyone!
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