Sometimes I feel like my whole life is a cycle of acquiring possessions and subsequently purging possessions. Know what I mean? Maybe it’s the seasons…in the winter, you pad your nest and in the spring you clean out closets.
One of my favorite things to do is go to estate sales, garage sales and warehouses. I call it “junking.” Most of the time I don’t have anything specific in mind (you’ll only be disappointed) and often I don’t find anything at all. But there’s something interesting and sad and maybe haunting(?) about looking at other people’s stuff and trying to piece together a story.
Maybe that’s it. I like things that look like they have a story.
So this weekend my friend B and I loaded up the monsters and went to a couple of estate sales. I needed a break from painting and what is better than retail therapy?
I found a few things I didn’t know I needed until I saw them. Most found their way into my studio.
As I jockeyed the chairs around the house trying to find just the right location for them to live, I realized that none of my favorite things are new. They’re all found, gifted, thrifted or repurposed.
I like stuff that feels lived in.