Sitting silently in the corner of the room,
listening to all the passionate talks about fashion,
Everyone was ignoring her,
"Aw! Poor old girl, she doesn't have a chance" they thought
And she didn't say a word,
He came in,
Didn't even consider others in the room...
Marcel Duchamp, one of the greatest minds
and greatest artists of the past century
once said that any common object
will acquire beauty after time.
Unfortunately I don't remember the exact words
neither the Internet nor my books
produced the quote fast enough
but I found another...
This is the story I wasn't going to write...too personal...don't want folks to get the wrong impression and start feeling sorry for frito.
Today I winterized my place...temporarily moved out for the winter months.
It's old, just put a new roof on it and sure looked like I wouldn...
We traveled to Edinburgh on Saturday to the antique fair not looking for anything in particular . Peter was looking for old 45s for his duke box , me I was just browsing looking for any old fishing fly,s etc . But as happens in life things went in the opposite...
I miss the 90's clothing style & Nike sneakers with the straps that I wish I could've had. Now, they're vintage, retro, & hard to find. Dang it! I was a kid, & my foster mom was evil.
& I SO love 90's R&B! I STILL listen to it.
This group suits me perfectly. I love old 'things'. Things meaning antiques, buildings, castles, churches, houses, cottages, history, royalty, old black and white photos, the ones that are like on cardboard they are so old and faded, old postcards, old out of date money, etc. I...
I feel like i'm the only one my age who likes old things! I've always had this weird fascination with antiques. I used to live in this house built around 1898, and i loved it. I also love the smell of old things, they all have this certain smell. It's the weirdest thing.
I love old things. I wonder who touched this ancient desk...or battered piano.
Even old postcards intrigue me.
I was recently given an 1882 American silver dollar. My greatuncle gave it to my grandmother at the birth of her firstborn...my mother.
I never met my grandmother...
UPDATE AFTER STORY: 2/23/11
I have recently acquired a love letter postmarked Buchanan, Michigan, May 1881. It was written by a young schoolteacher to his future bride. He talks about how he thinks of her as he drives 4 miles along the banks of the river on a sunny Spring day...