
It was so hard to leave this morning. Just feet from the registration desk, I turned and walked away. A local antique mall is shutting its doors, and today two auctioneers are going head-to-head, ushering out goods from a well-filled building.
And I managed to walk away.
Like so many bloggers I follow, I have a love for beauty. And beauty, being infinately varied in expression, can reveal itself in myriad ways. A particular shade of colour. The graceful way a pitcher handle curves before touching the vessel's bowl. Perhaps the way flaked paint, gentle brown foxing or worn patches reveal the complexity of story in a seemingly simple object.
Auctions are dangerous for me. I have always been the protective sort, lover of the underdog, and able to see a beautiful story others quicky dismiss. And as the hours while away, and the crowds at a big auction disperse, I inevitable feel the need to bid on the misunderstood, homely/beautiful items left languishing. I want to gather them all and bring them home. But I am moving in a different direction in life, and am trying as much as possible to lighten my footprint, and give away or sell things I do not need.
*this has been hiding out in draft form since Nov 2006. Funny how I'm still trying to lighten my footprint.