Sometimes I think I am about tired of trying to sell all my treasures I have accumulated and then I get a simple note reminding me why I do this in the first place.
One time I was doing an antiques show in the real world and a very old gentleman that looked like he was dragged to the show by his shopping wife walked into my booth.
Instantly this man changed my life. He suddenly saw a Ruby cakeplate I had and instantly the man morphed in front of me. He had tears in his eyes as he told me a story of how during the depression he and his brother saved for a whole year to buy a cakeplate like mine for their mother.
Thru his words we were both transported to that time and the plate in the window. As I had lost my parents by then I could completely relate.
Right then and there I decided my stuff is not stuff but memories.
Monetary tokens of joy from times past. Over the years I sometimes get little jewels like the old man brought to me. I realized I make people happy and my treasures bring a moment in the past.
Yesterday I was sent this photo.
Seems I had just thought I had sold a nice vintage pink trenchcoat. Turns out a lady wanted one just like she remembered.
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Hello Sandy,
I just wanted to write to let you know that the raincoat arrived yesterday. It is beautiful and fits me well. I had sentimental reasons for purchasing the coat- my grandmother had one just like it in the 1960s and 70s which she gave away years ago.
This photograph was taken around 1972. I am so happy to now own the twin of this coat.
Thank you!
Sincerely,
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So, no don't thank me. I want to thank you for renewing my memory of why I do this.
7 comments:
That is so fabulous! What wonderful gifts from people! I love to hear stories about a person's personal history. The tales make life so much more rich, and in these cases, tactile!
Sandi
It's so wonderful to connect with people through their very own fond memories. Memories are the one thing we get to keep always. :)
Wow! So good to hear stories like that, thanks for sharing the delight.
What a simply fabulous story and the perfect way to explain our vintage love to people. My daughter doesn't understand why I love "Old Things", but I'm hoping as she grows she will come to realise the value of those things. Filled with memories of her great grandparents, their life and times. Even odd things like a cake tin, can take me back to fond memories.
I love Ikea... but it still can't do that.
Wonderful post-!!
Fabulous!... very happy to hear the story.. thanx for sharing..
I can totally relate! These are the the same kinds of reasons I love vintage too!
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