Being a vintage buff, this story kept me hooked right through to the end. And besides, this blogger’s writes as though I’m sitting in front of a warm, blazing fire, nestled in cozily, listening to my favorite uncle spinning my favorite tales of…what else? The good ole’ days…
………hugmamma.
My coworker, Clarice, frantically motioned me into her office as I walked towards the copier. She barely looked up from her computer as her hand rapidly waved me towards her desk.
“Isn’t this Italian antique walnut burl carved armoire beautiful?” she asked.
“What?” I asked in response. I wasn’t even sure she was speaking English.
She turned the computer towards me, pointed to the photo, and waited for me to be awed.
“Oh.” I said. “Where I’m from that’s just a wardrobe.”
“You have one of these?” she asked with a slight smirk.
“No, but I have a cedar wardrobe that was my maternal great-grandmother’s.” I answered.
“Oh, of course. My uncle owns an antique shop in Baltimore.” she said as she turned the computer back towards herself.
“I like old stuff.” I said as I left her office to continue to the copier.
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What a great compliment! I appreciate this, very much and am glad to hear you like that old stuff as much as me! Thanks again, Stuart
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Thank you very much, Stuart…for writing such great stories. hugs… Oh, and by the way…I sell old stuff too…as a hobby. Something to keep me out of trouble…and out of hubby’s hair. 🙂
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