I can’t go past an op shop without peeking in to see if they have an old-fashioned cookbook or dainty china cup and saucer for me to take home. All my furniture looks like it was your nana’s, and I have vases, plates and jars that belong in retirement homes. I can’t help it, I’m drawn to antiques and retro. I’m really not sure why. Maybe it’s my fascination with history? I love to imagine who used the item, and what life might have been like back then. The beautiful things that one was proud of and displayed prominently only to be given to Vinnies 50 years later. I want to look after those lovely old things and give them a good home with nice friends. I want to read the old books that were once much-loved. I can see the quality and care that has gone into creating something from long ago, before things were easier, streamlined and mass-produced. We don’t decorate buildings like we used to. Ceilings aren’t molded any more. NOBODY GILTS ANYTHING, GODDAMMIT!
I read novels from the Victorian era, I watch shows about centuries-old British country houses, and I buy every vintage baby dress I can find on Etsy or eBay. I get outrageously excited about archaeology, and dinosaur fossils. If there is a re-created pioneer hut anywhere, I am IN IT.
I buy the pretties and they make me happy. What are you addicted to?