joannie

I can remember sneaking down into my Grandparents basement and having the thrilling scared feeling as I descended the stairs into the dark Michigan basement.  You know the kind??  Half dirt half stone, smelling of earth .  Grandma kept all her finds in the basement.  I did not dare turn the light on.  I was not suppose to be down there.  The shadows cash over the dressers and mirrors, desks and shelves.  I can remember the thrilling feeling of seeing something new and tracing the lines and of the details with my little hands.  I have that feeling again.  But this time with much older and wiser hands.  The collector is in my blood. The treasure that I have decorated my home with have been in our family for generations. The look has changed but the idea is the same.  I will be opening a booth in an Antique Mall to handle the spill over from my collecting habit.  It is just as thrilling as taking that first step into that basement so  many years ago.