I’m not sure what it is, but antique stores really do something for me these days. Whenever I’m feeling stressed, uninspired, or just plain bored, I’ll run down to the nearest shop full of old things, with camera in tow.
This is what I did on Wednesday, minutes before the laptop debacle. I have to admit, it ran through my head that perhaps I was being punished for getting so much enjoyment (and photography) out of stores that I spent so little money in. The truth is, I take pictures of things that I would never buy in a million years, but they make me laugh a lot.
I’m not sure what’s supposed to go in the beaker tucked inside her head, but to be honest, I was trying to figure out if you were supposed to “smoke” her somehow.
In any case, I wanted to post a few of my favorite antique store photographs several days ago, and then we got a call from Fiance’s dad and are now having to take an emergency trip out to California for the entirety of next week, so my life has gotten a little, um, unpredictable as of late.
While I’m gone, I’m hoping my sister will step up and write a guest post for me, because I hear tell that she’s got an awesomely touching story about random acts of kindness. And I want to hear it.
Sister? Are you there?
Tell me a story.
It’s funny, but I didn’t even notice my name – EVERYWHERE – in this picture until I got it home and opened it up on the computer. Photography is supposed to make you more aware of your surroundings. I guess it’s my complete lack of ego that made me miss it.
Yeah. That’s it.
Silverware and cooking utensils, especially, give me pause while I’m browsing – I imagine the food they’ve carried to mouths long past. I imagine dinner conversations in eras I couldn’t even begin to understand … lives fully lived in times long gone. It’s something about food, I think. I may be a little obsessed.
So, before I post one last one from Wednesday, let me just say that I hope this week brings all of you super crunchy goodness, and I hope it brings mild temperatures in what Fiance calls “the armpit of California” – Bakersfield.
I don’t own any shorts.
This could be tough.
ps – This is the first time I’ll meet Fiance’s family. Yikes! Wish me luck!
pps – I’ve never experienced an earthquake, and I’m a little freaked out by this. Tell me everything will be okay. Stroke my hair, allay my fears, tell me these people are quacks. I don’t want to wet my pants the first time I meet my in-laws-to-be. Nooooooo earthquakes!