On Junk, and Loving It.

There is something to be said about the contrast between old and new, between natural and man-made. 

When I was younger, my mom and my sister would scour the junk stores while I moped about, imagining hundreds of old ladies who once treasured all that stuff, now just dead. I couldn't get into it back then. Of course, by the time I did, my mother had spent years convincing herself she JUST DIDN'T NEED MORE JUNK, and my sister moved away. 

Thankfully my mom got back into the spirit of it for my wedding, and I'm so glad because she's already found me some of the best things I own. These crates she picked up are exactly what I'd hoped for. I hope we get lucky and just keep finding good old CRAP, because they are the treasures of my lifetime. 

Thanks, mom!