As I review the comments from the last blog, the recurring theme is that I give things thier own story. I am having a really hard time knowing where to go with this. Whenever I write or do anything, it is usually driven by a lot of emotion. I don’t feel as though there is a ton of emotion behind this, although I do love it and it is a part of my life. Some people suggested to go through some of the things that I have found, but I don’t know if I want to concentrate on that.
I guess that when I try to get to the root of why this is so important to me, it relates to the fact that I love old things. I love things with character; things that have thier imperfections; things that have been aged with time. For some people, these things may be broken or old, but to me they are just getting better. I think that there is a distinction, here, too. I am not the kind of person that wants to collect old antiques that have gone through time, unused and preserved. The fact that somebody loved it before me makes it that much more valuable. Another aspect that I love about old things is the craftsmanship that went into making them. Nowadays, things are made on an assembly line by the millions with no personal touch going into any of them. Back then, people spent time on just one garment, they put there all into one piece. That makes things that much more important to me.
I don’t want to concentrate on shopping, so now I guess that I don’t really know where to go. I just see so much beauty in the old, and that is something that is really important to who I am as a person. I have no idea where this came from, my family is the furthest thing from feeling the same way as I do. My parents didn’t have any sort of antiques. They are all kind of like… where did you come from… Although, I think more and more they are beginning to appreciate my love for old things. It has been almost contagious. But I just wonder where all of my feelings came from.
Questions:
What is it about old things that draws me to them?
What qualities do I look for in something?
What does it mean to me as a person?
Why? Where did this come from?
