My days lately have been hectic. My combination washer dryer decided to spring a leak and I had a flood in my laundry room. So off I went and purchased two separate appliances. Washed my first load and the door did not lock and I had a second flood and then a third. I also am having some building done as well. I only tell you this to explain my not having opened my precious finds I brought home from the thrift shop days ago.
Finally today I picked up the bulky grocery bags . I was thinking “what did I get”? It had been long enough I could only remember one item. I took the bag off of the mounded pile of newspaper. Opening one mound carefullly I heard the ever familiar crinkle of the paper as I brought a madonna out. I opened another and found a gold edged wheat glass. I continued opening my prizes. I smiled. It brought back a flood of memories. Having a newspaper editor as a husband I remembered his frequent comment, “When I write something people really like I try not to think too much of myself because I know tomorrow that same story will be wrapping fish guts up.” The paper reminds me of all the people who worked to put that paper together but it also reminds me of my experience searching and finding a collectible. I hear the sound of the paper and for me it is like Christmas all over again. Opening my purchase and seeing again what I found makes me break out in a huge grin. I love knowing that I found a gem and that maybe my find will put a smile on someone else’s face when they purchase it from me. The thrill for me is enjoying the stories others tell me of why they want the piece and the memories it brings back to them. Isn’t it funny that something as simple as a sound can change the day into a special moment.