So sad to see Notre Dame burn yesterday. Medieval masterpiece, subjected to yet another rebuild. Eerie photos and films showing smoke filling the unburned interior made me think back to medieval times. I am glad it will be rebuilt, but sad that "The Fire of 2019" will be added to its history.
Had a fun Sunday at Todd Farm Flea Market. Dear friends had a table and were hawking antique and modern goods. I hung with them and appreciated the environment in which everyone appreciates the old, the worn, the historical. The junk. Will be joining them the Sunday after Easter again. It might lead to me having a place to pass on all the cool things I like to "collect." I have too many interests and too much stuff -- it would be great to thin the house of stuff I am no longer passionate about. Adam Ant pins and concert books, anyone? Yes, it is time. Make an offer, world. Single records from the late 70's and 80's? Ditto. Parrot salt and pepper shakers I never used? Bye bye. Giant chrome boxer hood ornament I gave my mom more than 20 years ago, and has been gathering dust ever since? See ya. Laughs will be had for sure. I am filling Homegoods bags and am quite impressed with my "stock" so far. One man's trash is another man's treasure, and all that. We shall see. Maybe it is all trash!
In any event, I am inspired by the amalgamation of historical things on tables at a flea market. Like a timeline of treasures, of joy, of history. Perusing the tables is like stepping into a dream where time periods collide and memories float. Different objects trigger thoughts of childhood, ancestry, travel, and more. It can be overwhelming to think about all the "stuff" we take in because we "love" it. Or maybe it is just me? Worth is subjective and the joy of finding something unique and special at a place like this is priceless. Will be fun to sit on the other side of the table and see others find their gems.