To collect or not

While holding our collective breath, we waited till the answer came down or I should say came in the mail; our little antique mall in the small little river town would close on September 30th 2009.

I will miss going there to have lunch with my good friend Robin. We would talk about what auctions we might go to or if the auctioneer was any good or should we mark down somethings that had been there for a while. Drew worked there. He was our go to guy. He watched over our goodies when our lives and work took us other places and we knew when we returned our treasures would be as we left them. Now another person is out of work. No matter what we do in life for that pay check we bring home every week, no one can be sure of any more. I wish him well.

My friends Robin and Earl loved going to auctions and searching through all the treasures that would soon be on the auction block and not giving much thought to who they once belong to. Now as I sit here pecking out this blog I have to stop and wonder "that vase I bought did it belong to someones mom that they gave her for Christmas''. Sometimes it's sad to watch a household fade away piece by piece .

Now I have boxes and boxes of my treasures with no one to see them, left to sit in the back room . Maybe I'll just have a yard sale next spring and make you a deal you can't refuse.