So, last weekend I went to another Estate Sale. Only this time, it was different; this was the belongings of a lady I've known my whole life. She was a good friend of my mom's; actually the whole family was entwined with our family.
I went with my mom, who wanted to go, even though the family had given her some 'keepsakes'- maybe it was closure for her... I don't know. I know it was hard for her, and sad for me too.
This family was from this area 'forever'- and there were some interesting things, as they also were merchants, owning a store at one time. Of course, I bought some things.... like some EXTREMELY interesting antique fans (one never knows when heat could overtake one), and an odd glove thing... not sure what it was for, but it is cool.
A framed page from an 1918 Ladies Home Journal, an antique beaded, boned, dress top/jacket, and a gorgeous sterling silver tray and pitcher. I spent the afternoon polishing the pitcher and tray, which necessitated the polishment (a new word) of my own silver- one of those oh sh*t moments, when cleaning something necessitates even more cleaning. So now it's pretty shiny in the dining room around here.
After the polishing marathon, I went up to my studio to straighten up... Wow, what a pigsty it had become AGAIN. I'm thinking there's a pattern here... but I don't want to delve to deep into what the reason is that every couple weeks I am faced with the daunting task of cleaning my messes up. Why don't I just do it as I go along???? What a silly notion.
Of course, I got interrupted and never really finished, But here's some pictures of where I work. I have different areas for my different things.
Oh, and in case you didn't know, I have a serious thing for dolls.... most antique, but there are a few others in my studio. Just a few. We all have our 'needful' things - don't we?????
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