As a child I was blessed with four grandparents and a great-grandmother whose generosity surrounded us with antiques of all kinds. Anything old was a treasure to me, and as early as 4 or 5 years of age I was a picker and collector.
Sometimes it was Nana June's discarded powder compacts or perfume bottles, or antique toys from Aunt Nanny's Victorian attic.
One time I salvaged an enormous, truly beautiful silk lampshade replete with six-inch swishy fringe. I had plucked it from a neighbor's trash can on the way home from kindergarten, plonked it on my head, and followed my feet 1/4 mile home. My mother and grandmother were hysterical as that walking lampshade sashayed up the long driveway with only my white sneakers showing!
I still find my treasures here, there, and everywhere -- such fun! My grandchildren…
- Joined July 20, 2010