My Mom sold the entire contents of my storage unit from back home. It's official, her dream of me moving back is over, so very dead.
I had quite a few items that I bought at antique sales over the past ten years. My old kitchen was decorated in 50's garb, items i had collected. Gone. I had an old radio cabinet from the 30's or early 40's. I used it as a tv stand. It was beautiful. She sold it for $4. Ask me how much I paid for it? I dare you.
She also sold my vintage dining room table and chairs. I loved that set. It was beautiful. I'm sad to part with it, along with my other things. But this is a new life with a new start, I should have new Chicago things, right? Yes.
She was nice enough to keep a few items.... boxes upon boxes of books. I could not part with them. I begged her not to let them go. My loves. I have an obsession and it is with books, my vice. I love books. I love to covet them. I love the feeling of having them in between my hands. I love the words. I love the smell of the pages. I have an addiction.
I could never own a Kindle. There is nothing like having a book. I like to ear mark pages. I like to make notes in the margins. I like the look of a good worn out and overly read book. I like the way they look on a shelf. I have a problem...
My God, it is gorgeous outside. I love it when the weather tip toes past spring and enters full board into summer. I'm so excited for my girlfriends to come this month. E in two weeks and Kel in a few. Warm weather visits from my girls are always entertaining... I predict dresses, heels, drinks and dancing. I luvers them.
I'm so excited for life right now...
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