Now that my book is finally done and off to the publisher, I have tried to take a little time for junk. I picked up my mother and we hit our favorite consignment shop in Wrentham, MA. I always find things to take home and today was just like any other trip to Junk Heaven. I came home with goodies.
I fell in love with an oil painting of a bird, and a hand carved bird, as well, signed and glued to a small branch. I also found some tinted photos and old prints for NH. I bought a vintage wooden rake with the paper label still on and I went home with yet another American Bisque Beehive cookie jar. Typical kind of finds for a day on the hunt. Stuff I really do not need, but somehow could not leave in the shop.
Hard to say if this is good or bad, but I started a new collection quite by accident. Small salt spoons. One was dated 1893. A small keepsake from Chicago. Of course, if one is to collect sterling salt spoons one needs to collect the containers they scooped salt out of. What are they called? I have no idea, although I heard it once. If anyone knows, please tell me. The spoons are tiny. I was thinking they would make a great necklace strung together.
And this is the danger of junk love. There is always another collection that bites you and starts you scratching. Before long, you have a rash.
I've been think about starting a new blog just for junk huntin'. It deserves its own. And a new blog just for my book work.
I'll save this one for where the two meet in the middle, because most of the time they do.