When my parents were here for graduation weekend, we took a little trip to some local antique stores. In my mind there are two types of antique shops - there are the places just packed full of stuff, where you dig through stacks and peer behind dusty frames to find that one amazing piece, and the austere, clean places where each item is a treasure, handpicked by an antique expert and usually quite pricey.
For me, the first kind is exciting in a way I feel in the pit of my stomach, with the possibility of coming upon the most wonderful treasure unexpectedly in each pile of brittle magazines or stack of discarded license plates.
I came home with three purchases. This ceramic cup, which I am considering a vase and which has such a perfect shape for holding that I carried it around the rest of the afternoon like a toddler with a security blanket.
An old-fashioned egg beater, something I have been wanting for along time. When I was little, there was a certain lady I used to visit who had a miniature version of this along with other tea set items. The rest have become faded in my memory, but I always thought the eggbeaters were terrific and wanted one of my own. And now I have one!
The third item was the striped rug in the pictures of the rotary press. Its a bit worn, but I feel like that means I can use it without trepidation.