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Antique Walks

To get in a little more walking my guy and I have been visiting some local antique malls. It's more interesting to walk when you have something neat to look at, like a miniature Eiffel Tower.

I love cast iron and old wood, the chippier the better.

The old fountains are always cool, too. We also play a game where we try to guess what odd things are before we ask the dealer. I'm better with household antiques (I know every kind of butter churn there was in existence, for example) while he's excellent at identifying old tools and machinery.

Sometimes I am very tempted to buy things I really don't need, but I always resist. It's more for the fun of looking and reminiscing.

Antique dealers are almost as interesting as what they sell, and always happy to talk shop. Now if we could just do less talking and more walking . . . .

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Maria Zannini said…
I'm always looking for interesting pieces for the garden. I've never seen a mini Eiffel Tower as an obelisk. Very cool.
BTW...have you been getting my emails? I wrote you nearly 2 weeks ago. I wondered if I fell into your spam folder.
April 29, 2024 at 5:24 AM
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