I could barely see her face from behind the tall boxes she was carrying, but I heard her voice. "Everything has to go! The owners had 65 years in this house, so there's a lot of treasures." As I made my way up to the Frank Lloyd Wright inspired 50's home with an indoor/outdoor glassed patio, my keen peripheral vision targeted in on original mod furnishings & a perfectly preserved shag rug in golden tones. I skirted around a small gathered crowd zoning in on a table covered with Dean Martin records & a set of drinking glasses with gold monogrammed letter "C" etched upon them. As an uncontrollable SMILE took over my face, I wasn't sure where I had just arrived, but it felt like my mecca. If I had been lucky enough to be around in the 60's I would have lived & laughed here, I just know it. I wanted to take it all in as I stood there on this gloriously sunny Fall day in the heartland. Who was this family? Who had they been & what was their story? Certainly there was no way of knowing, but their fabulosity was apparent. 1950's Souvenirs from Puerto Rico, The Cayman Islands & a set of dish towels with gorgeous painted scenes of Mt Whitney, Montana. This was more than a yard sale...this was a museum into a turn of the century life that not only enthralled & exhilarated me, but also made me a bit sad.
Strange thing isn't it? The way our lives can be laid out onto tables for the world to sift through.. pieces of our existence creating mismatched puzzles of one time adventures & moments had.
As I made my purchase of a glorious 1950's round Doris Day style suitcase & a 1960's glitter strewn serving platter, I wanted to stay. Something inside me deeply wished the occupants still inhabited this beautiful house. I wanted them to suddenly appear from behind the retro style scenic glass windows & see me out on the lawn. They would motion me to come inside for lemonade & gingerbread. Maybe we would talk about the fabulous cocktail parties held here or the way Dean Martin's voice can make any day all at once lighthearted & hopeful. As the warmth of sunshine fell across my back I walked away across a pile of golden brown leaves, but not without my visions of That's Amore dancing and delightful conversations over monogrammed glasses.
I Love Fall.
Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,
xo
Birdee Bow
