the antiques of my dreams
Here it is, friends! Post #600. I like round numbers and milestones.
Friday night I had a dream about a big antique mall (it’s a reoccurring theme). When I woke up Saturday morning I just had to go find one. I know the stuff is usually overpriced, but no one is smoking, the items are clean, and it’s an indoor adventure for a dreary day. I tried to wait until Rich had woken fully before attacking him with my proposition to go to the AAA Antique Mall on I-76, though I may not have been successful. Anyway, we headed out after lunch. It was a nice day for a drive.
I just have to tell you, this place is huge. The first time we went I looked for the back wall and couldn’t find it (that may be an exaggeration, but it felt like that). We skipped over the items in the display cases and went straight for the good stuff, or in my case, the average housewares. I’m not sure how long we actually spent in real time, but those first two rows sucked us in. Rich was looking for glass jars with clamp-on lids and I was just looking for anything.
I found a cute 1/2 pint glass milk bottle, two 1/2 gallon and two quart jugs, and two adorable individual creamers. We ended up with a family of glass containers. I also found a bright yellow Pyrex bowl and a Hazel Atlas storage jar with a spinning wheel on it. There is another item I found, but it deserves an entry unto itself, so we’ll look at that another day.
Even though I want everything I find, I usually leave these places either empty handed or buying a $5 item. I’m not sure what got us so excited this time, but it was a fun day. I really just love looking at all the old things and thinking about what life was like for the people who first bought them.