Anything Antique

I’m fascinated by antiques, things of yesterday. I search in shops of every kind, near and far away. I gaze into the windows at the priceless treasures there, a china doll, a wagon, a cuddly teddy bear, gently worn old toys that some child loved and kept beside them in the dark of night to comfort as they slept. There’s a trunk from someone’s attic, where family heirlooms lay, awaiting someone special to find them there someday. There’s a hat box and a pair of gloves, a satin wedding gown, high button shoes, a cameo, a quilt that’s filled with down, an album filled with photographs, history in black and white, a bible with it’s pages worn from reading every night. There’s a china plate and tea cup that must have held a brew flavored with some secrets from at least a friend or two. There’s an old oak kitchen cupboard filled with granite ware, and salt and pepper shakers, at least a dozen pair. There’s an old wooden rocker where someone use to dream, or piece a quilt together and sew each perfect seam. I love to window shop and stop to take a peek of treasures, old and rare, of anything antique!