Last night a miracle occurred. I fell asleep at 10pm. No lying in bed for hours on end begging the sand man to take me away. No tossing and turning. Just sleep. I had originally planned on lying in bed to finish the book that I'm reading (The Wrong Stuff) but nope. Wasn't going to happen. I made it through one chapter and then blessed sleep took over! How long did I sleep??? Well, 14 hours. I woke up at noon today! Damn, my body must have needed it badly!
By the way, if you love to read mysteries and also happen to fancy yourself a crafter or collector of stuff, check out Sharon Fiffer's books. She has a series (Killer Stuff, Dead Guys Stuff, etc) and the main character is an antique picker/private detective. My god! Does it get any better than that??? I love her books so much because they combine my two loves and they remind me of what it is that makes me most happy in life (aside from Bruno, of course).
A long long time ago (read: 5 years ago) I wanted desperately to open my own antique store, or at least a booth in an antique store to start off. I spent an entire year hitting thrift stores, flea markets, garage sales and estate sales. I amassed a LARGE collection of mostly crap, but all of it I loved! I had written out a business plan (because I'm a geek) and even started a website that is now defunct. I visited local antique markets to compare booth rental fees and had my name on a waiting list at the market that I most wanted to be in. It didn't pan out though. I needed to get a job (see this post) and selling antiques wasn't going to get me out of my not-so-grand life like freelance writing would. And then I moved to Michigan and Bruno's parents sold off a lot of the stuff in a garage sale (the circle of life for a collectible!). The larger furniture pieces are now living at other people's homes that were fortunate enough to end up with my treasured loot.
Reading Sharon Fiffer's books remind me of my love of collectible junk. I lose sleep thinking about bakelite anything and my daytime fantasies consist mostly of finding the most superb perfume bottle circa 1940 or hat box that held someone's finest church hat! It's an illness, really, and probably will show up in the Physician's Desk Reference in the next couple of years. Rehab centers will start popping up all over the country and women will be standing up in 12 step programs declaring that they are addicted to collecting crap.
Bruno and I have spent a lot of time lately talking about my need to be involved back in that world again. We are trying to figure out a way to combine my passion for crafting with my addiction to collecting. Our plans are numerous and I'm feeling so happy knowing that I may not have to write forever. Or at the very least, that my writing will help to support my true love. So, in the very near future, start looking for me at a craft fair near you. I'll be the gal decked out in the vintage Grace Kelly style dress, Bakelite bracelette's up to my elbows and a hand-crafted apron around my waist. But don't be afraid to approach me. The costume is not meant to put distance between me and everyone else. It's just a way for me to be me. Plain and simple.
Oh my god, you are MUST meet Dennis! Collectible junk is his raison d'etre.
Posted by: IrishGoddess | January 07, 2006 at 04:59 PM
Hola faretaste
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Posted by: AnferTuto | July 26, 2007 at 08:21 PM