Friday, September 15, 2006
As I look around my house now, I realize that all the accessories, the little tidbits that add a little flavor to bare expanses of furniture - they all have a previous history. A long life already, enjoying someone else's company. Nothing is new and store-bought, fresh and emptyheaded. It's kind of a nice feeling, and kind of strange. I feel as though I need to take extra care with these things, as a mark of respect for the original owners.
For instance, today I bought some lovely pieces of coral at a yard sale from a couple who obviously once travelled the world and its oceans. They most likely retrieved these treasures themselves, kept them in a special place, then perhaps forgot over the years what made them special enough to capture in the first place.
To me, though, they're brand new companions... and so, the journey of objects continues.