There is something that feels inherently wrong about walking
through someone’s home, perusing through the possessions and buying the dusty
gems you find. Yet, estate sales are just that.
Slightly invasive and endlessly fascinating, estate sales
provide the highest level of intrigue for me. They are achingly sad—a family
once lived in between those walls, a woman wore those slippers and tokens of
travel adorn the shelves. And I’m here to buy it? That can’t be right.
I’ve always been taught that we are not our material
possessions. The people around you and your experiences matter most.
Possessions, material objects and superficial bits can be replaced. Family
cannot.
Because in the end, brace yourself for a morbid sentence, your stuff will be sold and only your memories, your work, your impression remains.
lovely pictures! <3
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My house back at school is filled with thrift store and estate sale finds because I love the feeling that these things (though that's exactly what they are) have already been loved and admired.
ReplyDeleteI prefer to think of all the happy memories that the stuff/house has seen, otherwise I get really down! Beautiful song, I've had it on repeat for ages!
ReplyDeleteMy dad always jokes about how when he & my mom die we'll just sell everything and make that money! But I think it would be sad to see all their stuff go elsewhere. At the same time, at OTHER peoples' sales.....it is pretty cool to think that all those things and memories and being spread alllll over the place....
ReplyDeleteI love estate sales and thrift finds!
ReplyDeleteand once again, I LOVED that video! :)