antiques are love

I used to hate antiques. I'd always bug my mom and tell her all that "old crap" was ugly. I mean, why would you want that when you can get something new instead?! I swore I would never like any of that. The clothes were ugly, the jewelry was ugly, the furniture was way too "old" looking... and now, I love it. I have become my mother.

I am all over Etsy all the time just looking at everything. Lately I find myself looking at everything vintage or vintage-inspired, and it just appeals to my heart. If it is an "antique" and belonged to someone else, somehow that appeals more to me. That item had a life way before mine, and I think about all of the things that it has "seen". That's someone else's old wedding ring that has seen tons of years of marriage, and someone else's chair that has been through many family dinners, etc. I just LOVE that. I wish I had things of my own that have been in my family for a long time. When we went up to New York this year, my grandma gave me a yellow gold ring with two little opals in it and two itty-bitty diamonds on the side. My grandpa had it made for my grandma when they first got married. That meant so much to me! I hope to pass it on to my daughter or daughter-in-law one day.