If you’ve been following my blog forever then you know that I love antiques and junk hunting. I’m the one in the car that always shouts, “Pull over–I want to check out that place!” A couple of weeks ago I went to the Texas Junk Company in downtown Houston. I need a western key rack for the kitchen wall. I didn’t find what I was looking for, but I snapped a few pictures to share with you.
Here’s the thing–I know nothing about antiques. I just like looking at old stuff. Blame it on my love of history and the writer in me. The first thing I do when I walk into an antique store or junk shop is stand off to the side and take a deep breath. Go ahead and laugh, but the scent of dust and moldy furniture gets my heart racing.
Then I slowly walk around, my eyes skimming every object, waiting for that one item to jump out at me and demand my attention—that afternoon it was a bathtub.
My mind races with questions… How did this tub end up here? Who took a bath in it—mostly children? A single woman? Perhaps lovers? Or was the tub thrown out because a child drowned in it…or it was the scene of a murder? By the time I leave a place like this my head is so full of story ideas, it hurts.
Are you a junk hunter or do you avoid rummage sales, flea markets and antique shops at all costs?