see? this is what happens when i allow myself inside an antique shop. quilt shops and antique shops are my downfall, and it’s a fact that i’m well aware of, but for some reason i thought this time would be different. this time, i wouldn’t let my self-control hit the road and i’d walk out of there totally in control.
i was a simple task: i needed bowls. nice, heavy, colorful bowls. do you know how hard it is to find those these days? i’ve been searching for well over a year and the closest i’ve come to finding what i wanted was a couple of flimsy pottery ones, not to mention some nasty plastic versions. i got to thinking, they just don’t make bowls like they use to, like in my grandma’s days. that’s what i get for thinking.
upon arrival, i gave myself a stern talking to and walked in. within 3 minutes i had talked myself out of buying at least half a dozen pieces of furniture that were to die for. five more minutes and i knew that i best find myself some bowls quick like and get my hiney out of there. not too long after that, i found exactly what i was looking for, and it was a whole set. i grabbed them and looked up to find the girls and tell them that we were outta there. and that’s when i saw it. all folded up, nice and neat and innocent looking…and on a church pew at that.
i convinced myself on the short walk over that i would be okay. afterall, the 40’s wasn’t really my ‘era’ so, hey, everything is cool. temptation setting on a church pew. shameful.
once i unfolded it, i was gone. it’s in fabulous shape with no tears or fabrics thinning. but still, i held strong. it wasn’t until i saw that it was all done by hand that i lost my sense of composure and plunged off the edge i was clinging to. all while sitting on that blasted church pew. yep. it was going home with me.
so, antique shop-1, me-0. i haven’t been back, but hey, i got me some really beautiful bowls!