Much has been written about bucket lists. Those lists of
things you want to do, places you want to go and experiences you want to have
before your time in this world is over. Sometimes I think about adding
something to my list. The problem is that I have never started one.
A few weeks ago, I started thinking about it because I did
something that I could have crossed off such a list.
If you’ve never heard of Brimfield you may not know that
they hold a huge antique sale/flea market. You may not know that people fly in from all over
the country to attend this event. Well, I've known for more than ten years, but had never found the
time to go and experience it. So it was a wonderful Mother’s Day that I made my
first visit.
I was attracted to this shop like a magpie.
Here is my purchase.
I enjoyed it so much I went back this week for the July
event. I made it a point to park in the church parking lot. This church has
done so much for the community since the tornado hit last June. I have been
very impressed with their strong and continued response.
There is plenty to see. We walked around and saw such a mix.
Some booths were grand cacophonies of stuff. Plenty of treasure to be
unearthed. Other booths were impeccably decorated like upscale boutiques.
We made purchases in two shops. The first, Thoreauly Antiques from Concord, MA, features beautiful
items for home decorating. I bought a string of crystal from an old chandelier. I bought them as raw materials for a project that will even surprise me.
My passion for fiber arts brought me back to Candace of The Scarlet Lady, the shop I
delighted in last time. Millinery flowers, lace, trim, and lovely vintage
clothing and home goods are the specialty of this shop.
I stocked up on the
tiny lace that I use for making doll clothing.
By this time we were dehydrated so we stopped for a cup of
freshly squeezed lemonade. Did it ever taste good? (Yes, it did. It hit the
spot.)
Going to Brimfield was just as enjoyable an experience as I
had imagined.
Pen in hand, I’m ready to make a list of things I want to do so I can remember and do them. Still, I just can’t bear to call
my list a “bucket list”. The things I’m placing in my list are just too special
to me for that. I’m toying with making several lists:
A wicker basket list for all those elegant experiences I
revel in
A backpack list for all the travel I hope to do
A shredder list for all the things I hope to let go of
A furoshiki list for all those friendships that I hope to
nurture
Do you keep a list? What do you call it?
This brought back memories, Lynda. I love your photos and your purchases. I too, buy things I'm not exactly sure how I'll use until the time comes (sometimes years later) when I use them. I don't have a bucket list but I like your idea of basket lists and all... a nice twist!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing all this.