Sunday night, 9:11pm: Spent a good portion of my day at an estate sale. As much as I enjoy going to estate sales, they do make me kind of sad. Whenever I go to an estate sale, I always try to imagine the person who lived in that house: their hobbies, their dreams fulfilled and unfulfilled, and what they wanted to be when they grew up, if they ever did at all. Today's estate sale consisted of many art pieces from Saudi Arabia and Thailand; the deceased, I was told, lived in those countries for years. There were ornate wall hangings, Chinese prints of every day life, statues of various deities, MANY statues of Buddha and so on. I tried to touch every piece that I saw, just to possibly feel what they felt when they purchased that item. When I left the house, I kept asking myself if that person lived a happy life in their travels, if they truly learned anything while abroad, or if they were bored stiff and couldn't wait to return to the United States. I'll never know, yet I did purchase two pieces that will be wonderful additions to my own growing art collection:
LONG LIVE THE ESTATE SALE!