As I was growing up, our small, $26 a month rental was jam-packed with mis-matched, second-hand furnishings.
On Saturdays, I was Cinderella.
Dusting, polishing, and rearranging others’ cast offs very likely contributed to my love of vintage items.
However it wasn’t until my husband and I moved to New York’s Long Island in the 70s, that I realized my passion for antiques. It was probably triggered by our first major auction purchase, a massive, oak roll top desk.
Now a dinosaur, the roll top reminds us of the loving craftsmanship rarely seen nowadays.
Builds character. Saves the earth.
Poverty’s silver lining…old stuff.