Is it the pattern of and old piece of fabric? Or the colour of it, ... or the speckled, textured glaze of an old crock ..... or the features on the face of someone you pass during the day,... or the way the morning sunlight dances across an old basket, an old toy or doll's face? And of course the visit to an antique shop. Not just the wonderful treasures it holds, but that musty, dusty old scent of the objects and if you are lucky enough, the timeless, old building that it is in! I have found too, that as life seems to travel full circle, that many of my creative inspirations can in some way be traced back to the things that I loved and that "spoke to me" as a child..... Yes, I was one of those odd kids that love antiques even as a little girl, when my mom would take me to country auctions. I can still remember buying my first crock at about 10 yrs. old. Of course it was chipped and probably cracked, and I'm sure the kind auctioneer was humoring me because nobody else wanted it, even for a quarter!
These are some pix of Pikeville Antiques near Oley, Pa. that my daughter took this past Dec. It is her favorite. Her birthday is this week and she too, is afflicted with the "Antiqueing Bug"! Happy Birthday, Amy!
Posted by Rebecca at 7:36 AM