I love to shop- not in the mall, but I love digging for treasures at yard sales, flea markets, antique shops, what have you. It is in my blood. I learned from my mother. As a child growing up in Massachusetts, we ventured to the Brimfield Flea Market (one of the nations largest) usually once a year. My mother always found various pieces of furniture and treasures for our house, while I found little doo-dads and pieces of vintage jewelry. Now that I have a daughter of my own, I am happy to pass the torch!
Back in April, my daughter Emmy came to the Barn Sale with me (thebarnshow.com). I told her we were going shopping, and I would meet her at the front door as soon as I was ready. She is only 2, so not sure if I was expecting her to go start up the car or what. When I came down to the front door, there she was, dressed and ready to go shopping. She had donned her pink feather boa, pink hat, pink sunglasses, and had her pink purse in hand, and all by herself! She is definitely my blood, and I love her. (This photo was taken by my friend Gail, one of the barn girls, and was taken at the barn sale).
