A Vintage Poke or Two...

A tiny, white poodle danced around as I walked up the wooden steps. Inside, chandeliers twinkled their sparkly lights bringing life to the old mill. Once a hub of production, the vast space is now full of antiques and other old treasures. My path is one of habit. Once around the outer loop, then up and down the other rows. Afterwards, a sweep downstairs and through the larger areas stacked high with furniture, Persian rugs, and the other odd item or two.

I poked around for quite a while, even stirring up a conversation or two. "How about that coach?" an elderly gentleman asked. Puzzled, it took me a minute to remember that I was wearing a long-sleeve t-shirt with my daughter's school's name splashed across the front. He was talking football; my shirt was talking volleyball. But we still chatted.

I saw treasures and junk. But most of all treasures. Old estate photos, some of which were rather creepy I thought, a glass rolling pin to replace my broken one.... And of course a Royal typewriter. But what I really liked were those old floors.

  and this little treasure that I claimed for myself....

It kind of reminded me to bloom where I am planted.

Overall, it was a very good day. Low key (just like I prefer) and nothing on my agenda except freedom. Now that was a good way to spend part of my weekend. 

I hope you found time to squander on whatever you wanted to do this weekend. There's nothing like having a day to yourself to feel rejuvenated and a little lighthearted. I kind of needed that this week. How 'bout you?