I
enter a dim lit room. There are people aimlessly wandering within the
room. I appear to be the only one with a purpose. My heart flutters
from the anticipation. I am so close. I want to run, but I must be discreet.
A few more steps until I am there. I am closer.... closer. I am breathless!.
I pause to inhale the moment of exhilaration. I then proceed.
I slowly take in
each bead that deliberately lays out a pattern, each ridge in the taut
reptile skin. My eyes follow the sleekness of the Lucite and Bakelite;
the supple richness of the leather; the dazzling sparkle of the mesh.
They are hard as wood, soft as a silk. They are conformed to create
different shapes and sizes. I embrace the beauty. I am in ahh of the
old, vintage purses.
Each night I have
a dream more spectacular than the one before it. Accompanying the purses
and handbags are rare perfumes, compacts, lively belt buckles, delicate
trinkets, jewelry, or just cool stuff. Each item spoke of a journey
in the past. Most importantly they spoke to me.
The dreams were
so vivid that it was sometimes hard to differentiate between my dreams
and reality. So I took it as a sign to live my dreams. So each day I
search the world for my "Quirky Finds." . Now it is time that
I share my dreams with you.
