I run my fingers over old quilts and rummage through shelves of old books. My eyes take in the beauty of delicate tea cups and doilies. Solid wooden desks catch my attention, making me long for the days of spidery cursive and long letters. As my arms grow tired with carrying around my treasures, I continue to slowly make my way through the rows and shelves, taking in the beauty and quirks of the items I find.
I come home from the antique store, arms loaded with new treasures. Before putting anything away, I promptly sit down and use my new teapot and beautifully imperfect handmade ceramic mug. I pull out my Anne of Green Gables cross stitch and an audiobook. There are little siblings running around behind me and I have homework to do, but for now I am peaceful, sipping Earl Grey and letting my mind wander as I stitch.