We opened our booth at Antiques on Howard three years ago today.
We didn't plan on being open this long.
Our only goal was to get rid of stuff that had been packed up and stored in our storage building for years and years.
But stuff grew.
It grew and we were challenged by deciding what things from my Mom's apartment did we want to keep.
As much as we both loved my mother, keeping every single thing she left behind made no sense. We did, of course, choose items that had special meaning to us, and to her. Her sisters, along with several nieces and friends received some things, and we put some things in our booth.
But stuff grows.
And continues to grow as Don Barley's mom and dad downsize to move into a smaller place.
As happens, priorities regarding "keeping vs. not keeping" keep changing.
Material things are just things.
Until they aren't.
To Donald and I, many family items, along with some personal treasures, have sentiments and memories attached that make those things meaningful.
Those things stay.
So while the great purge continues, the fact remains that we will never be a minimalist household.
And that's fine, fine, fine.
Treasures more precious than gold - - -
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I'm sitting, taking a break after washing and boxing up more of my grandmother's Haviland. Its eventual destination is unknown but at least it's clean and easy to move. And beautiful as it is, if no one wants it, it's just stuff.
Sad, but true. Oh, how things have changed in regard to fine china, silver, and good crystal.
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