Part of my weekend alone plans included a trip to an antique mall that's about a little over a mile away from my house. I enjoy "antiquing" and reminiscing about years gone by. They say... "what is one man's junk is another man's treasure". I never really bought much of anything from this antique mall, except a piggy bank and a cigar box that I altered for school supplies. However, I could spend hours and hours just looking.
I thought this miniature train was darling for Grant's bedroom, but for $35 and knowing he'd scale the wall to get it off the shelf, I decided no thank you.
I am still crazy over lady head vases. This one is beautiful, but also is $92.
This item made me think....What era was this considered pretty?
I love looking at 1950's Christmas decorations. Very gaudy, but cool! Reminds me of my Grandparent's Christmas tree.
Finding old photos that date back to the early 1900's make me think of three things:
1. Wow! These people are all dead now.
2. Who wants pictures of people they don't know?
3. What's to become of all of my scrapbooks in 100 years from now?
I thought that it was funny to find that Hillary's autographed photo was worth more than Bill's autographed photo. Hmmm...I think the seller is on to something!
This display made me think that a conversation similar to this one took place:
"Now that Grandma is gone, who wants her beloved angel collection? No takers?"
These old letters from the 1940's were my favorite. I almost bought a few of them. I loved what they said inside. I found out that Blanche wrote lovely letters to her mother (who obviously kept them) and Blanche would also tell her mom about her young daughter Betty's growth and development. I think I spent most of my time just reading these cards.