I’m an old fashioned library type girl, and I love the old card catalog. When I walk into the library now, I miss seeing those pieces of furniture.
The Shipping Dude (aka Brian) and I spent a day in Pennsylvania on the way to visit our daughter in Virginia. We made a few stops that day, one in Matamoras, next in Jim Thorpe and last, in Strasburg.
We love Strasburg. Brian loves all the train museums, and train related activities. We both love the scenery in the area. And I love antique shopping.
This particular trip to Strasburg, it seemed Brian was having all the luck. He found some interesting train books for himself.
He even found train books for our grandsons, and a counting book we once had that our kids loved.
I know how it is with antique shopping. Sometimes you find something, and sometimes you don’t.
And then I saw it. An antique card catalog. A gorgeous, perfect and freakishly expensive card catalog.
I looked at it, and walked on. It was too much money, I didn’t need it and I didn’t have a place for it in my house.
I walked around the shop and came back to it. It was still the same price.
Opening and closing the drawers, I started bargaining with myself. I don’t spend a lot of money, I don’t have a lot of clothes, shoes or jewelry (unless you count earrings, I have more earrings than most women have shoes).
Bringing it to the register, I asked if the price was firm, and haggled myself a small discount. It was still too much money, but I loved it. Handing over my hard earned cash, it was finally mine.
Once I got it home, I decided it would be a shame to only use it at events. I spent enough money and I should enjoy it every day. I cleared a corner table in my living room and found my card catalog a new home.
What do you think?
Yours in Gratitude,