There was a place most marvelous. It had everything rusty, crusty, textural and it made my heart beat faster to gaze upon it. My son was the one that discovered it for us. Gradually we brought others to our secret place. Only those whose blood ran rust were invited, they … Continue reading
I love the look of old paper. I know I’m not alone in this. Admit it, your heart skips a beat when, as you’re trolling along your favorite flea, you spy the pile. Ahhh, the sepia tones, the faded faces looking out at you from time past, the loopy antique … Continue reading
My daughter lived in Australia for a while and my husband and I trekked across the ocean to visit her there. Of course one of the best things there were the flea markets! Too bad I didn’t have more room in my luggage!
