Can you tell I work with kids? On Friday, promptly at 2:15PM, when my school day ended, my son called me in an utter tizzy. "Mom, you have got to get to this estate sale as fast as you can... I have never seen so much stuff in one place in my entire life!" "Make sure you get the pop and beer cans for me- all of them." "Grab some branding irons too!" Okay... I jotted down the address, bid farewell to my comrades, grabbed some paperwork (a teacher's paperwork is never done) and hit the road. As I was driving, I kept thinking, why does he want pop and beer cans, were they full? Branding irons- we don't own any cows.
He was right, there was an immense sea of wonderful things and I found out later that the sale had been going on for 2 days. I began circling and making my pile. Each trip around this amazing house lent me more goodies and just how I like them, dusty, rusty, hidden on bottom selves, all the places where other shoppers forget to look. Yes, I found the beer cans and right next to them were boxes of old aluminum kitchenware. I was having a moment... crawling around on the floor clamoring through grimy old pots and pans, things the other collectors had no interest in, finding pure JOY.
He was right, there was an immense sea of wonderful things and I found out later that the sale had been going on for 2 days. I began circling and making my pile. Each trip around this amazing house lent me more goodies and just how I like them, dusty, rusty, hidden on bottom selves, all the places where other shoppers forget to look. Yes, I found the beer cans and right next to them were boxes of old aluminum kitchenware. I was having a moment... crawling around on the floor clamoring through grimy old pots and pans, things the other collectors had no interest in, finding pure JOY.
Aluminum, Aluminum, Aluminum
There's more... until then
XOXO
