There WILL BE Retail Therapy Today!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-K6r7M_6Uzl3MoeNo9WQ9rSIQzkbMiCsK-O6A3exS0c4OrnSrseEW8dtjHxVVGjQ1W3GjHPXWA1K4xzdRb5IlabW00YFek5r_-RNt1ItlcpYHEmjwbOyO1QmWJrh-NUcQ9eSusMuDA0/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-K6r7M_6Uzl3MoeNo9WQ9rSIQzkbMiCsK-O6A3exS0c4OrnSrseEW8dtjHxVVGjQ1W3GjHPXWA1K4xzdRb5IlabW00YFek5r_-RNt1ItlcpYHEmjwbOyO1QmWJrh-NUcQ9eSusMuDA0/s640/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>As you'll be reading this Post I shall be off this Morning with my Junquing Pals having some Retail Therapy. As we head off to Third Thursday's Melrose District Shopping Extravaganza and Special Events, just in time for Christmas!   Yes, there WILL BE Retail Therapy Today,  you can count on it!  And if we don't deserve it, who does?!?   *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo86xpqMIuQSyTMrZ5YsU69PRkdtL6le4HcN2GB1DaezR4u0tn0tDuQwlKYcLdNNl1pQUyr3Heavo-dMIGfDjWREkuUzxoCY2-AC-2-03MNFoWqId3kxSSu-cvfhNseWOh34RoDQS1Tq8/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo86xpqMIuQSyTMrZ5YsU69PRkdtL6le4HcN2GB1DaezR4u0tn0tDuQwlKYcLdNNl1pQUyr3Heavo-dMIGfDjWREkuUzxoCY2-AC-2-03MNFoWqId3kxSSu-cvfhNseWOh34RoDQS1Tq8/s640/072.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And yes, Future Posts will be taking you along with us Virtually, as I cover all the Fabulousness and Fun we had thru the Eye of my Lens.  Nothing makes for better Blog Fodder than a Junquing and Shopper's Dream of Bountiful Special Holiday Events, filled with Friends, Found Treasures and loads of Fantasy Vignettes that will overdose us on Eye Candy, right?!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPOYZPB1vC_PuaHnppmidHt4J6ccv0T7mI6xLnrI7JT5sOUSDhUvh9tOvFpn-nzRDa5uUD1nNk9eJ2XOO-d_Fq9Psh4EWsfYK7PasO8uFlUgjfowiIMhBxbbpzvHG3hdJhM2Ky-pvo9k/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPOYZPB1vC_PuaHnppmidHt4J6ccv0T7mI6xLnrI7JT5sOUSDhUvh9tOvFpn-nzRDa5uUD1nNk9eJ2XOO-d_Fq9Psh4EWsfYK7PasO8uFlUgjfowiIMhBxbbpzvHG3hdJhM2Ky-pvo9k/s640/082.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And speaking of Candy, since The Man's Catastrophic Injuries, he's now Content with the Simpler Pleasures of Life and so his Gift Requests revolve around edible Delights, like his Favorite Candy and Treats.  However, like The G-Kid Force, keeping him out of his Gifts has proven to be a particular Challenge... if he finds or sees it, he's into it!  *LOL* </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDOC4WmUnBDSKK-jGJ_CrW7ciF9WaxcYejSlk17QlxSaZLb_Ad6oe-TlHAXCu_wMzPr0WXgedS7JqU17V9O17oYeNw8x0CcIhdTWN0ojw_LTL7C68IfXKDIYtQJnA4ZePGw5DEmRFBes/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDOC4WmUnBDSKK-jGJ_CrW7ciF9WaxcYejSlk17QlxSaZLb_Ad6oe-TlHAXCu_wMzPr0WXgedS7JqU17V9O17oYeNw8x0CcIhdTWN0ojw_LTL7C68IfXKDIYtQJnA4ZePGw5DEmRFBes/s640/083.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And then it's gone and he's requesting if he can have some more... with elaborately constructed Stories of how even MY Treats somehow prematurely disappeared down his throat when he couldn't resist getting into them too!  *LOL*   I find it to be rather Sweet and Humorous, and since he's been so Good to me this Christmas fulfilling my Wish List, what can I say... it's way Cheaper than the Big Boy Toys he used to request and cost Years to pay off!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>   </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeiY3hn_H79WsXEZEzuTUxxQMc0hLh4TxR6uitY2FRiXkYxi0Nxg9urCBF5zh1CdN_AmZPDqaqoihzOrAEI_HJL4Xh2oxttI-6vfVOKMaurm8LV1r70gCtgatpaW1dchT1-VvPKg8A6I/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeiY3hn_H79WsXEZEzuTUxxQMc0hLh4TxR6uitY2FRiXkYxi0Nxg9urCBF5zh1CdN_AmZPDqaqoihzOrAEI_HJL4Xh2oxttI-6vfVOKMaurm8LV1r70gCtgatpaW1dchT1-VvPKg8A6I/s640/084.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>So far this is the one Guilty Indugent Present he hasn't gotten into... but The Young Prince explained that it was only because Grandpa didn't even realize it was his Gift from me!  Well, until The G-Kid Force read the Tag to him that is... when they were all sneakily getting into the Presents under the Tree while I was at Work Monday Night, <u>obviously</u>!!!  BUSTED!!! Bwahahaha!  Not that I'm Surprised mind you, I know this Crew well and the Gifts are only all under the Tree because I don't want the <u>whole House</u> tore up as they seek out my hiding places doing their Covert Recon Ops!  *Winks*  Well, now that he does know it's his, we'll see if it makes it thru the week?!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WMKfbCskJ4KpmhINQVtnntItc-AeukIqPqCMLTS8n7oZpr2LCciWtPm8TNZ4Q8HZr23bXx8VNe91obmCIBSox4dFwsS6BtagKkS809ZqezDH-vns2KWueHrwGesioPwzxw-zy6v5g8c/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WMKfbCskJ4KpmhINQVtnntItc-AeukIqPqCMLTS8n7oZpr2LCciWtPm8TNZ4Q8HZr23bXx8VNe91obmCIBSox4dFwsS6BtagKkS809ZqezDH-vns2KWueHrwGesioPwzxw-zy6v5g8c/s640/018.JPG" width="528" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I brought them Home some freshly picked Oranges Monday Night after Work, that my Co-Worker Friend Candy gave me for them from her Citrus Orchard.  Hoping they'll also choose some Healthier Alternatives inbetween Sugar Comas?  *Winks*   Ironic really that my Friend who is named Candy gave them Fresh Fruit in an Attempt to keep them out of the Candy, huh?  *LOL*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1VIOUTknW_XhnxVpPoNQjOrFXXHL-id646PpoIExKsGiUjWt3VCrxxbkKvYRW8-7adgmMen1ec_iGYIRYOmAOt9dkYfFBIh8EhyfOiYwB0pAMoieshFaqEQOoVK7XkDC9ICSQKm8djMs/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1VIOUTknW_XhnxVpPoNQjOrFXXHL-id646PpoIExKsGiUjWt3VCrxxbkKvYRW8-7adgmMen1ec_iGYIRYOmAOt9dkYfFBIh8EhyfOiYwB0pAMoieshFaqEQOoVK7XkDC9ICSQKm8djMs/s640/019.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But I must say that I'm thoroughly Enjoying that The Man is now 'Into' the Simpler Pleasures that I also Enjoy so much so that we can do them Together and have Mutual Appreciation.  He so looks forward now to a Simple Outing and stopping by our Fav Haunts for an Enjoyable Meal.  We now can't go to the VA Appointments without stopping by my Friend Chai's Restaurant for Breakfast and ordering The Man some of Chai's famous Home-Made Corned Beef Hash!  *LOL*   Chai gets the Order in for The Man as we walk thru the door!   We're such Creatures of Habit!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgYeABzK1MD9No9TRd6ATFPFX5YL6B0_HpLqLqkz4hhVaYcxqnEAmMfjZLlg0in4yK0qXSEwr50Ui5BGpozbnHlBQAZ9lgffAIWSAngmeW87_9IZI_tzL7K7VHVvRt5wKkrrg7WZcn1A/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgYeABzK1MD9No9TRd6ATFPFX5YL6B0_HpLqLqkz4hhVaYcxqnEAmMfjZLlg0in4yK0qXSEwr50Ui5BGpozbnHlBQAZ9lgffAIWSAngmeW87_9IZI_tzL7K7VHVvRt5wKkrrg7WZcn1A/s640/056.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And Honestly, whether or not I actually find anything Today to Purchase while we Revel in the day's activities really doesn't matter to me at all.  It's not all about the stuff anyway... I've got plenty of stuff... it's about the Experience... those Simple Pleasures of Life that really don't have to Cost anything at all to be thoroughly Enjoyable and something to look forward to Experiencing with those we Enjoy the Company of!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ncJiclYvWv9i6RXtthw3Q1OdEnGVHrki0aeqP5kDRga3V8zAdaCXRRX-IqajKylI0YVB1LmEqP6kheVmYDrNGTdh3xONtA7Z-Qeaoah1__O-1BUywur6pf5LujgRVv4qCSoR8EFrT40/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ncJiclYvWv9i6RXtthw3Q1OdEnGVHrki0aeqP5kDRga3V8zAdaCXRRX-IqajKylI0YVB1LmEqP6kheVmYDrNGTdh3xONtA7Z-Qeaoah1__O-1BUywur6pf5LujgRVv4qCSoR8EFrT40/s640/054.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Things that never cease to Inspire, to Delight, to spark the Imagination and our own Creativity.  Bringing forth Ideas, Future Projects or just a Visual Feast by bringing Fantasy to Life all around us.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrQaYBGlSLjrHFHXP-sGkhwVTHCfPgEQFOm41LFMqIuu89MBtKKmxny0Y9z0p0THpmCk210XbtPiODGqbLhjQ7IreDBiizPXBEsiXcrtHMNi4J2Ws4cbxA3DC6OT1u9QoLzodo8RL09E/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrQaYBGlSLjrHFHXP-sGkhwVTHCfPgEQFOm41LFMqIuu89MBtKKmxny0Y9z0p0THpmCk210XbtPiODGqbLhjQ7IreDBiizPXBEsiXcrtHMNi4J2Ws4cbxA3DC6OT1u9QoLzodo8RL09E/s640/070.JPG" width="562" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And I Suspect that a great many of you Enjoy these same Simple Pleasures too, don't you?  And that's partly why you're here... Virtually coming along with us to Experience a similar Joy, Camaraderie and Contentment in it all.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hEiwlS3ov9Bzl3EQhscjYT5n92JLQExesnKgsmAGg3i9R2xuFkTp2BUNWDEG98Cik2Css-X7quwcA0125R0LY8_Om_LopeKwKVwxJ9ErA8030q_Dp6cKABrdINnH_W1q1zUPfPe7xRU/s1600/077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_hEiwlS3ov9Bzl3EQhscjYT5n92JLQExesnKgsmAGg3i9R2xuFkTp2BUNWDEG98Cik2Css-X7quwcA0125R0LY8_Om_LopeKwKVwxJ9ErA8030q_Dp6cKABrdINnH_W1q1zUPfPe7xRU/s640/077.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Because similar Visuals, Activities and Found Treasures Excite each of us in a Special way that only Our Kind can Understand and Connect to as Kindred Spirits.   No... it's not for everyone... but it IS for US... and we Thrive in and around it all.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO-7bXumlHtNHHrXl5uWDv9HBwsFTwDDjxLrM6-WDf319ktZ85AlqNenShK5yVF-J7883mb4V7UeVRNRenhFtYuKzJMguvqLgIIL88UwiwEKt39FYIgrIDMdW_cxVRlshMadBBcfEGI4/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQO-7bXumlHtNHHrXl5uWDv9HBwsFTwDDjxLrM6-WDf319ktZ85AlqNenShK5yVF-J7883mb4V7UeVRNRenhFtYuKzJMguvqLgIIL88UwiwEKt39FYIgrIDMdW_cxVRlshMadBBcfEGI4/s640/071.JPG" width="588" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I only ever Imagined actually doing it as often as I'm able to now... though our particular Circumstances were not Planned or even Expected... there was the Silver Lining inside of the Clouds of Unexpected Life Events that unfolded beyond our Control and actually Created the Opportunity... and for that I am Truly Thankful beyond Words!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbbTVTgLDBwvlr9Yqim1PyoUMNOYd3K1l_8EixEoTZ-Yv21pUZDQQkum7sJqkUgcRYgB1AgYmRP52FXdAA7wPGHzGUdcYyxP34f3xjRKliljTn5eQZh9QAEqVWVZyMGiIZSEgVqluVbY/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFbbTVTgLDBwvlr9Yqim1PyoUMNOYd3K1l_8EixEoTZ-Yv21pUZDQQkum7sJqkUgcRYgB1AgYmRP52FXdAA7wPGHzGUdcYyxP34f3xjRKliljTn5eQZh9QAEqVWVZyMGiIZSEgVqluVbY/s640/050.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Living the Dream... isn't that what it's all about after all?  And Life is too short not to be in Purpose don't you think?   Too short not to be doing that which you Feel you were Meant to do and have the Divine Gifts to flow in so Effortlessly and Joyfully!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGJ4UFF1fJ_Z4V5MoxSHJ2z404ICuJUURt-wTABbsKWRYLQ_9l2ouMItiCB0y6ayRG7aM79n4I32R_dnR68MpUiV1T-jM0BP7JE-x6ancm0XlEu1G6PSKfEWMqynAKBVxKdWaTeGRivE/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGJ4UFF1fJ_Z4V5MoxSHJ2z404ICuJUURt-wTABbsKWRYLQ_9l2ouMItiCB0y6ayRG7aM79n4I32R_dnR68MpUiV1T-jM0BP7JE-x6ancm0XlEu1G6PSKfEWMqynAKBVxKdWaTeGRivE/s640/016.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And perhaps for me, because I've always been drawn to the Simple Pleasures and am not a Complicated Person, I'm particularly drawn to the Simplicity of Yesteryear so strongly?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsWQXsTptvOxBRPwfdio6sGIYPNFL2r5M5pBrulVa_sL6hjJ2tnAwcj5I_NGJP7hXciAl0YnOSIFRsXW_UVdLIwNRBy3TQ_Zoqp75kAAeRyHMnVXfLhZC-ZtkajbHS85ie6sWd9tG5Og/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsWQXsTptvOxBRPwfdio6sGIYPNFL2r5M5pBrulVa_sL6hjJ2tnAwcj5I_NGJP7hXciAl0YnOSIFRsXW_UVdLIwNRBy3TQ_Zoqp75kAAeRyHMnVXfLhZC-ZtkajbHS85ie6sWd9tG5Og/s640/012.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And though I certainly stand in Awe of the Technological Advances we have made as a Culture and all the Amazing Inventions that have come forth from the Imaginations of Brilliant Inventors, I don't necessarily need or gravitate to them all myself.  Much of it I can do without and probably will never possess nor feel inclined to want or need to unless it becomes absolutely necessary to.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdDUJm01WtPxpTpESvXxrJ0G6mn7t5noLDHUpFWBfHkPAIEmyo2cypYCItdwLB47HVomibouRXqR1m_V2M4YS0Tbus_JXAUw7srp7ynogeUxCVpJ7RdMZeV2LmU0byrgQDILdEkFJXkU/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdDUJm01WtPxpTpESvXxrJ0G6mn7t5noLDHUpFWBfHkPAIEmyo2cypYCItdwLB47HVomibouRXqR1m_V2M4YS0Tbus_JXAUw7srp7ynogeUxCVpJ7RdMZeV2LmU0byrgQDILdEkFJXkU/s640/006.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I'm still Thrilled to take a step back into the Past every so often and have those heady doses of Nostalgia and the Rush that it brings.  Even though I'm very Present in each Moment and Embrace Change, I still like to be considered a Keeper of the Past, a Preservationist at Heart if you will.  Salvaging and Saving Old Treasures is something I've always felt Purposed to be doing in some kind of way, though I don't know Why?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zyXbCVs_apWvPFcEx04t91Kw5-PniLqbDAtZPwiTKKwrzOWtjHxxU9m0U5Y4dkgRJj11fxX3EsaTZzhJDId2xnW6Nw7-bu_iUWK6B3iWyd4mlgPWnL-yHRiRpJ5D01pYZ8KXzRmJzO4/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-zyXbCVs_apWvPFcEx04t91Kw5-PniLqbDAtZPwiTKKwrzOWtjHxxU9m0U5Y4dkgRJj11fxX3EsaTZzhJDId2xnW6Nw7-bu_iUWK6B3iWyd4mlgPWnL-yHRiRpJ5D01pYZ8KXzRmJzO4/s640/009.JPG" width="582" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And parting with most of it now and passing it along to other Appreciative Souls has become even more of a Joy to me than Holding onto any of it has ever been.  I can't Give anyone my Memories, you have to Create your own... or simply Imagine my Story or the Stories that come with each piece... and make your own Story relevant... but isn't that also a part of the Appeal?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UvHzqj8zB9uPbuSZcTX3kUDP6iMzp3eaaJ6KoW15O6bz3zXh2BvIISYV4XW42pw2Ud4fJrX29Hi-DAlwSpbO2A0xe98hawgCXHDPucGqBFz2jbWC9m0RPkcVJY__I0KPaYEPu7Lq92g/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7UvHzqj8zB9uPbuSZcTX3kUDP6iMzp3eaaJ6KoW15O6bz3zXh2BvIISYV4XW42pw2Ud4fJrX29Hi-DAlwSpbO2A0xe98hawgCXHDPucGqBFz2jbWC9m0RPkcVJY__I0KPaYEPu7Lq92g/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And even tho' some of the Old Treasures are Sourced and not from my own Memories... I know that they were a part of someone's Memories.  Of many Christmases Past... as each Year the now Vintage Christmas Tree was put up and decorated by it's Family, whoever they were.  And eventually replaced or simply Stored away and Forgotten...</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qjTdu0T19aJT02po67qQ62O_cwF1ttX9uA1DI3w4Du7womcUnq_qbzpHMcLRJvqnIcgMGdWzbF3KGtZvZiIJxZi76kKyCZxzo2_kTP8kVMnDuZVW2tIca4OVNXZmnNeQdUBJIxJsGck/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qjTdu0T19aJT02po67qQ62O_cwF1ttX9uA1DI3w4Du7womcUnq_qbzpHMcLRJvqnIcgMGdWzbF3KGtZvZiIJxZi76kKyCZxzo2_kTP8kVMnDuZVW2tIca4OVNXZmnNeQdUBJIxJsGck/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Waiting for that Moment in Time when someone else would Appreciate it once again... and perhaps use it or re-purpose it to make New Memories involving it.  I particularly Enjoy when someone has even kept the Original Packaging of such Pieces... like a Time Capsule, Revealing what once was... </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mNE1U3SFrkUE5N1FKNU7siV-iiLBJItPZaWN8y_T9uY57fi3scgue22pe4Ah6dtvtqZeE4_1dRYohI-VyT3RdrZ541BRCFONeoVOSLAGRfjGqSmcKDJ70z0CNN-3z45BXlB8ecPX7rM/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mNE1U3SFrkUE5N1FKNU7siV-iiLBJItPZaWN8y_T9uY57fi3scgue22pe4Ah6dtvtqZeE4_1dRYohI-VyT3RdrZ541BRCFONeoVOSLAGRfjGqSmcKDJ70z0CNN-3z45BXlB8ecPX7rM/s640/004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>A Time when a six foot Aluminum Christmas Tree cost only Six Dollars and Twenty-Nine Cents and could be had at the Local Hardware Store, probably on Main Street, where they Sold everything and anything Imaginable and Customer Service was Relational! </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDtPQXKraCChVPc85SfojOrkOax0RYZCv0C7XY89fuovSrlWTGkR_FW1WHLUSpNvOlPF2cQxEQLnZSXfzMYipSsJJq8AGqsCW6jIX0wawSYvBc0jBqoFwPSd6I3bdtAW26Lfnh6TLno0/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoDtPQXKraCChVPc85SfojOrkOax0RYZCv0C7XY89fuovSrlWTGkR_FW1WHLUSpNvOlPF2cQxEQLnZSXfzMYipSsJJq8AGqsCW6jIX0wawSYvBc0jBqoFwPSd6I3bdtAW26Lfnh6TLno0/s640/052.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And Families might have sat together to read a good book or to tell Christmas Stories and Share Special Memories, Traditions and Rituals passed down thru the Generations.   Actually being Present Together in the Moment rather than Distracted by their Technological Devices substituting it as a form of Socialization.   Sometimes I do Wonder what Nostalgic Memories subsequent Generations will hold Dear and want to Preserve or those that will simply Vanish for lack of Interest and no desire for Preservation of them?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7cY4W7RPQTi9sSLK4kfo5D6pCeA8AbytZ1Rb7pgMZg26vYN9t2vA1kevc_7pv-IMjKONp4TpD3IcvkdAI8xos8jG_dd60AzAKGFlHnuFuwLpDC4WQMtgJtbzNQ6vMePho2SpvEoktc0/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7cY4W7RPQTi9sSLK4kfo5D6pCeA8AbytZ1Rb7pgMZg26vYN9t2vA1kevc_7pv-IMjKONp4TpD3IcvkdAI8xos8jG_dd60AzAKGFlHnuFuwLpDC4WQMtgJtbzNQ6vMePho2SpvEoktc0/s640/055.JPG" width="616" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I do Hope that some at least will Abide and Survive... giving glimpses into the Past and the History of what once was.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiHC-kfdz28VZo6uIT4gAv_mk_ZFxuR1KSnFB-LaE8L6N6ETIBbL30DR7H3yW6tcPq-3J0pA2tPLqUNWnxdUDW0kQxT-o_DUNMQbtpQ9RrjeyHyIFQHiwnhdR8mYymFsStMg9uwU3dmc/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiHC-kfdz28VZo6uIT4gAv_mk_ZFxuR1KSnFB-LaE8L6N6ETIBbL30DR7H3yW6tcPq-3J0pA2tPLqUNWnxdUDW0kQxT-o_DUNMQbtpQ9RrjeyHyIFQHiwnhdR8mYymFsStMg9uwU3dmc/s640/068.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It Amazes me sometimes when someone comes into the Shops I frequent, for the first time, as my Guest... or are Invited into our Home for the first time... and they've never, ever been subjected to the Love Of Old or different forms of Artistic Expression and Style in such a way and it's a brand New Experience for them.   I'm Amazed because of the Reaction I almost always get... because they're really diggin' it... but just never had the Exposure to it!  </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2WdQnrkAH0JyrdGVcKPdg2RkC6twX_nRZdYGS3Ra3yqhPPCmlqGruSDr9ikuRXyhL9pZyVQGmqKILmb6ORMFq55m7VdS79a9bSJue9AlXz-LOETCDI9N74Oo4CuNGPzqfGFdx66uHM8/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2WdQnrkAH0JyrdGVcKPdg2RkC6twX_nRZdYGS3Ra3yqhPPCmlqGruSDr9ikuRXyhL9pZyVQGmqKILmb6ORMFq55m7VdS79a9bSJue9AlXz-LOETCDI9N74Oo4CuNGPzqfGFdx66uHM8/s640/080.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Now, perhaps they wouldn't surround themselves with it all, or it's not really 'Their Thing'... but what I do find is that they very often still do have a healthy Appreciation for it all!   And so, I Feel that we've Served an Important Function, those of us who are Keepers of the Past... so that those that never saw or owned such things can Experience them because they still Exist.  Still Exist through our diligent Efforts of Saving, Conserving and Curating pieces of History one item at a time.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAH7G0rKWbLlePZF5aSgOtQesNhwf4EsNwGLwUAfmM3yL4Rg6RTZUAGHXbLQNe3M0G6uxcBx7hdXuUxVUhBhl6Rq9k4I-4mFninZ5PGQQznChnoWHLDF-ToLvcLzJmkb5I1LhcLOpveg/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAH7G0rKWbLlePZF5aSgOtQesNhwf4EsNwGLwUAfmM3yL4Rg6RTZUAGHXbLQNe3M0G6uxcBx7hdXuUxVUhBhl6Rq9k4I-4mFninZ5PGQQznChnoWHLDF-ToLvcLzJmkb5I1LhcLOpveg/s640/081.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And perhaps Helping someone else see it all through Fresh New Eyes... as a Possibility... not just in some Museum, but still being Relevant in Real Everyday Life Today... and into the Future.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRXXyz7-TB-gK99J3ACNy7JSUJvteyLXxYfvwpjD5QXLrvqJxNcO_mQOViqM9mB4is_di53cWWemUeeqW0_jku7y8Sk5BXE9U3LmYkNw5G7Q5mbVw7o8e48ux4f-VyKlZZT_Cd9w-Cgg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHRXXyz7-TB-gK99J3ACNy7JSUJvteyLXxYfvwpjD5QXLrvqJxNcO_mQOViqM9mB4is_di53cWWemUeeqW0_jku7y8Sk5BXE9U3LmYkNw5G7Q5mbVw7o8e48ux4f-VyKlZZT_Cd9w-Cgg/s640/001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Merry Christmas from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div>

There WILL BE Retail Therapy Today!

  As you'll be reading this Post I shall be off this Morning with my Junquing Pals having some Retail Therapy. As we head off to Third T...

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Hopeless Hoarding Of Fabulous Finds

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwETQGSpXJFMrPh6zpYSumBRfob5IRhBpBqRNZCA9Y5n8YJjK1gFHmklhY-MnjUAh1OybcwzCFoBiS6PtZDa4qijEXB-T3oBSQKA8nQx6GHt9p5fnWpUu_LL6Glw1lOVxfW0g8AWDPJ6E/s1600/126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwETQGSpXJFMrPh6zpYSumBRfob5IRhBpBqRNZCA9Y5n8YJjK1gFHmklhY-MnjUAh1OybcwzCFoBiS6PtZDa4qijEXB-T3oBSQKA8nQx6GHt9p5fnWpUu_LL6Glw1lOVxfW0g8AWDPJ6E/s640/126.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The Crime Scene:  The Storage Cottage... MY Storage Cottage to be exact.  "I thought you cleaned this whole place out", they said... "What happened?"  Last October I had Purged the entire Cottage you see, with the Intention of making the Storage Cottage into my Art Studio Cottage since The Son was still occupying my Art Studio Cottage at the time and it seemed he would never move out.  It was an Epic Purge, the place was practically emptied of it's contents and looked so empty and spacious, like a Blank Canvas to begin Creating upon.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UstmU5hn-XtFO4vYWusgCmvl4iGbkwlZnfnRAsPvL9ymGGWIiOdORF9idD_dhT4gkpklocynPSdSkFyCYXhXThYxRXLfoJQ-9XFWa3BqaAoSCiGJbiy_zIGCvA1Bucwmj4BzQQs1Omw/s1600/127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UstmU5hn-XtFO4vYWusgCmvl4iGbkwlZnfnRAsPvL9ymGGWIiOdORF9idD_dhT4gkpklocynPSdSkFyCYXhXThYxRXLfoJQ-9XFWa3BqaAoSCiGJbiy_zIGCvA1Bucwmj4BzQQs1Omw/s640/127.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>But then The Son did move out of my Old Art Studio Cottage... as did the other Temporary Resident... and so now it was finally Vacant and I could reclaim it, Hopefully for good!!!  Which meant I also now had an emptied Storage Cottage on the other end of our Acreage with all this empty Space that wasn't gonna become my Art Studio after all... and for those of us who are Hopeless Hoarders of Fabulous Finds... well, you know what a Temptation that is don't you?!  *LOL*  We almost can't stand having EMPTY SPACE that COULD BE filled with Fabulous Found Treasures!  After all, our Homes are usually already at Saturation Point for having been amply Decorated and Styled... which leaves us with a perpetual Overage of Fab Stuff that will either be rotated or Flipped and needs to be Housed Somewhere, right?!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0KkFSSehHVcF1U2r_xiIvFPkcotlWbCHneKkBSEn9bHOmm0TkQ588GJDBYob6qJOU5dvVCnTxvv-tk98n6faq-ERT5kWPAk4X-5PEAzWNhHTgp8SOtkeyVJf5UlxV1dz7xN5q002p0c/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0KkFSSehHVcF1U2r_xiIvFPkcotlWbCHneKkBSEn9bHOmm0TkQ588GJDBYob6qJOU5dvVCnTxvv-tk98n6faq-ERT5kWPAk4X-5PEAzWNhHTgp8SOtkeyVJf5UlxV1dz7xN5q002p0c/s640/125.JPG" width="508" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And after all... I do have two Showrooms to keep stocked with Inventory... so it's hard to pass up what you Love AND could Turn a Profit when you need to replenish Inventory, right?  *Winks*  Plus there is the perpetual Upgrading of what you Plan to Keep to now replace lesser Treasures that you're willing to Let Go of and pass along... now that you've replaced them with something you Love better!  *Smiles*  Come on, you know you do that too, I'm not the Lone Ranger here in my Affliction!  *LOL*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU82i9pe_b4IH90WKRxrIlYmGiouY4MAl0sQPHoygqWbgwxxBfNKgJLzqs4omfMpAL9uht_MMBZqGSkDMLJM6eL9DPh5BV4ALGy8MEQjUuv3LDWff2WTJNC7V4ZgcLuG0bQ2OlgoljDx0/s1600/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU82i9pe_b4IH90WKRxrIlYmGiouY4MAl0sQPHoygqWbgwxxBfNKgJLzqs4omfMpAL9uht_MMBZqGSkDMLJM6eL9DPh5BV4ALGy8MEQjUuv3LDWff2WTJNC7V4ZgcLuG0bQ2OlgoljDx0/s640/129.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>You see, I was born with the Gift... or Curse... of being a Good Picker.  I not only Love doing it, but I'm Good at it... I really am... and the Urge to do it is strong because I almost Feel Purposed to be doing it.  I always have, from as far back as I can remember, been in my height of Glory when I'm Junquing, Salvaging, Picking, Rescuing, Finding Homes for and Creating with this Cool Old Stuff!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnbhain-oHAysckPmOEY4Z5tv3ES4cwMeCMobI5Uxz7mEJNtM9SvotJtwNx7VD6w7s9XcMKBv2gPXleg_pNPo2PLy_nfwA5sno-xX4ypNsB4RVhCVnBPyp_hQUSL0HbFPXwQktBD5DGE/s1600/128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnbhain-oHAysckPmOEY4Z5tv3ES4cwMeCMobI5Uxz7mEJNtM9SvotJtwNx7VD6w7s9XcMKBv2gPXleg_pNPo2PLy_nfwA5sno-xX4ypNsB4RVhCVnBPyp_hQUSL0HbFPXwQktBD5DGE/s640/128.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I don't even need to Keep it all... so perhaps I'm not a True Hoarder... or perhaps I'm one of the lower levels of being one... say a Stage One or Two?  *Winks*  I just know that I used to consider myself an Incurable Collector... but lets face it, my Collections transcended the Norm and didn't really fit the definition of Collecting.  *LOL*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWDNqVt_6ChCfjuKTimIPq3KGiR0Qnuy7qtl2rPVQTRq4wLcQzTjbgZ0xaKZfzXEWhlnAPUELzNRJABdexNwBPvhotQPCChhMuwL_AmCs4rn0CPULYS9ZtOx9cB8ZVMZI2Uw4m5oNMTo/s1600/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWDNqVt_6ChCfjuKTimIPq3KGiR0Qnuy7qtl2rPVQTRq4wLcQzTjbgZ0xaKZfzXEWhlnAPUELzNRJABdexNwBPvhotQPCChhMuwL_AmCs4rn0CPULYS9ZtOx9cB8ZVMZI2Uw4m5oNMTo/s640/130.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And I knew this by how most Normal People reacted to my vast Collections, they either stood in Awe or perhaps it was in Horror, of the sheer magnitude of the Inventory of Antiques, Salvage Architecture and Vintage Collectibles I had amassed in a Personal Collection!  *Bwahaha!*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9_PQRZhcKTRA2HBN6kOnVImW1L5QaypSv5bQK1Nh_Ebs1ttpVZCgh32E_AMmVLrUVyevhOKsZh6RaurUjA3Gk3Og7zYuvRRKVPgrSX5QEgl35kE7acIWdIQWFogS1qEzHpuidZMqgLg/s1600/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9_PQRZhcKTRA2HBN6kOnVImW1L5QaypSv5bQK1Nh_Ebs1ttpVZCgh32E_AMmVLrUVyevhOKsZh6RaurUjA3Gk3Og7zYuvRRKVPgrSX5QEgl35kE7acIWdIQWFogS1qEzHpuidZMqgLg/s640/131.JPG" width="538" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Sure, in the Home almost everything had a place... so it's not as if there were piles of Wow that you had to navigate around... <u>usually</u>... because eventually what I couldn't find a place for would be sequestered in the Storage Areas or Sold Off because I couldn't stand to have so much clutter for long that didn't have Placement or Purpose, it was too embarrasing and downright Shameful to me.   I knew I had Excess of these 'Things'... but since they weren't Worthless Junk or Trash, I could Justify it in my own Head as a Sane thing to do and have.  *Winks*  But then it was Questionable, wasn't it, did Sane people actually have a Hoard of say, Antique Chairs and Old Salvaged Doors?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT5bwypLXBOYarcN8SXiBcTGIyi7_GVTM01R_IhVMVkC8cbbdpnU9teP1VP7e13MRzQIX_MqozHhVVvSRUfdIGSv06omCZXL2aFdHR26u8FsjyXmTSRu3VNgZfKQMGZmbGdA9fvj_8Ww/s1600/134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuT5bwypLXBOYarcN8SXiBcTGIyi7_GVTM01R_IhVMVkC8cbbdpnU9teP1VP7e13MRzQIX_MqozHhVVvSRUfdIGSv06omCZXL2aFdHR26u8FsjyXmTSRu3VNgZfKQMGZmbGdA9fvj_8Ww/s640/134.JPG" width="520" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Granted, being also an Artist, I could always Envision what many of these Treasures COULD BE... once Upcycled, Recycled, Repurposed or made into Art Forms.  So then it was almost like having a Cache of Art, Decorating, Styling and Restoration SUPPLIES... yeah, that's what my Hoard of Lovelies now was... SUPPLIES for Future Projects, Artistic Creations, Events, Inventory or Redecorating!  *Bwahaha!* </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyP29eXQLaDlrVl7xJK3OclWsLJXnodClmqH82WuPydClFIr-Mdb0yVY7cR-fz7tm0pYTfpc2T3UaVQemeflzAjkXEU7BD87cRDPeXncqwVAXLQnAap-rKEWKUAmFCmWTHIWEcMNtjmj8/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyP29eXQLaDlrVl7xJK3OclWsLJXnodClmqH82WuPydClFIr-Mdb0yVY7cR-fz7tm0pYTfpc2T3UaVQemeflzAjkXEU7BD87cRDPeXncqwVAXLQnAap-rKEWKUAmFCmWTHIWEcMNtjmj8/s640/135.JPG" width="552" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But the Truth of the matter is... I just Enjoyed looking at them, possessing them, Rescuing them, Saving them... and more importantly HUNTING for them... yes, the Thrill Of The Hunt... it's a Rush like any Drug and just as Addictive if it's your 'Thing'!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODbfBUyvQ6dSDVgQaRBYSLCdOj5A1UaYdFMxl-uoF4UsIvPm1Xvi1wtDTYCBAxxjWnUjdk9hqUlSo_R-3S2HxNcaHYl6hVyHXt3ok5O9dDYn4m9qheJbSLpjEFMKYKY_HdrObFp9ycG4/s1600/136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODbfBUyvQ6dSDVgQaRBYSLCdOj5A1UaYdFMxl-uoF4UsIvPm1Xvi1wtDTYCBAxxjWnUjdk9hqUlSo_R-3S2HxNcaHYl6hVyHXt3ok5O9dDYn4m9qheJbSLpjEFMKYKY_HdrObFp9ycG4/s640/136.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And the Older I got, the more Important it now became to me to become even more of a Keeper Of The Past.   Most especially since so much of it was being Lost or not Valued by so many others and was disappearing from the Landscape or couldn't be had like it once was.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy3Gmf-gGu_5bnmgqEV_Y6hlUUtFjjM06RGkh4vjHtFkSPkRjglElNeIU-1FDwlWwYtU66uxZZGk9u7YnDGPv9MpiMHlQk6pJq1c29GOROHpoWPK7cMVDK9FTo-NMAf9ICDnrUoq-QE5I/s1600/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy3Gmf-gGu_5bnmgqEV_Y6hlUUtFjjM06RGkh4vjHtFkSPkRjglElNeIU-1FDwlWwYtU66uxZZGk9u7YnDGPv9MpiMHlQk6pJq1c29GOROHpoWPK7cMVDK9FTo-NMAf9ICDnrUoq-QE5I/s640/133.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I can't even begin to tell you how much of a Relief and how Liberating it was for me when I began to Discover that there WERE others like me... who got the same Rush and had the same proclivities and Passion for not only the Process, but the Product.  People I could actually converse with about these things, activities, Vision and topics that have Excited me for so long, because they Felt it too in one form or another.  Perhaps we wouldn't necessarily have Identical Aesthetics about it... but we were indeed Kindred Spirits and Simpatico Souls and there was no Judgment.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguDtpHOxfGmr891jKv03PBPWvoP84owh5puTlaFzC9KigLDmiCW8bwQ4nbMt3jnGvYzWk5OrP76sXntz4DlxnSmONUb9RYfblBcUR_HALJjt_g1elrftGkE9ClYDNc5P6ydsUVhN85So/s1600/142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiguDtpHOxfGmr891jKv03PBPWvoP84owh5puTlaFzC9KigLDmiCW8bwQ4nbMt3jnGvYzWk5OrP76sXntz4DlxnSmONUb9RYfblBcUR_HALJjt_g1elrftGkE9ClYDNc5P6ydsUVhN85So/s640/142.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Maybe they didn't Collect Architectural Salvage and a hand-hammered Faucet on the original Porcelain Sink 'Scored' for FREE wasn't what they would have done backflips over and had an Adrenalin Rush upon Dicovering... but there WOULD be SOMETHING in the way of a Found Treasure they had in their Archives of Stories on the Thrill Of The Hunt that would be comparable at least.  They would have Felt what you Felt, the Excitement and Thrill would have been equalled.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lnqLxflbWxamhO7Oha3owKIDr9JKvAyEO6kDqqBf0aDTknBgdwg6XemJqem2p7WQLWjxl-dTqxhv-CHvUyYw0dpMYfmPBjiVOtS6kLOkYGCUdTVz-osxLxfP9KyHalt2mgEp2n4jZD4/s1600/143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lnqLxflbWxamhO7Oha3owKIDr9JKvAyEO6kDqqBf0aDTknBgdwg6XemJqem2p7WQLWjxl-dTqxhv-CHvUyYw0dpMYfmPBjiVOtS6kLOkYGCUdTVz-osxLxfP9KyHalt2mgEp2n4jZD4/s640/143.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>These were peeps you could bring over to your Personal Crime Scene and rather than be Speechless for a Negative reason *LOL* they would be Appreciating it all... giving you a High Five and Believing it was an Enviable Cache of Treasures too that you had Lovingly accumulated.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0SQ6sqmj7AoqooOBDOsFC3xXRe4oritXfScGbs3V58Tji8jbZ9gtDZ246HladQ1kukuzxvTK6mSe1WHd-0UMJ8zn_taB5wUpXVOybq9rD1nastZntpQbaOwpBH6zeF-a8Y0BFJfeUWY/s1600/140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0SQ6sqmj7AoqooOBDOsFC3xXRe4oritXfScGbs3V58Tji8jbZ9gtDZ246HladQ1kukuzxvTK6mSe1WHd-0UMJ8zn_taB5wUpXVOybq9rD1nastZntpQbaOwpBH6zeF-a8Y0BFJfeUWY/s640/140.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><em>They wouldn't be like The Others... the Ones that would look at your Beloved 100+ year old Salvaged Wood Fencing Cache in the most Magnificent Hue of early 1900's Turquoise and say, "Hey, if you need me to Help you haul all that to the curb on bulk garbage day, just give me a Holla, Okay?"  *Gasp, insert me clutching my chest and more than Grateful they didn't do me any 'Favors' by Secretly clearing out my Property of such Stuff and Surprising me with the Results... that would give me an Actual Heart Attack or Stroke! LOL*   Yes, this has happened to me before, which is why I'm mentioning it... you must Exercise Great Caution with Whom you're Sharing your Glorious Hoard with lest they do a well intended Intervention or Clearance on your behalf!  *Arghhhhh!!!*</em></div><em></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W5IQoHlqzOArCCC1XJOPnfIrR6KvH4X1z7CTeEILtJgpjhwrvfYGllmGZYo0MazYjx8Gb1sRPB1J1MR_6A1PlbKWsOPTLnqQvjL5iVzi-GecH8d_K5OtskPZz6WB789DE4g8SBxDulY/s1600/159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W5IQoHlqzOArCCC1XJOPnfIrR6KvH4X1z7CTeEILtJgpjhwrvfYGllmGZYo0MazYjx8Gb1sRPB1J1MR_6A1PlbKWsOPTLnqQvjL5iVzi-GecH8d_K5OtskPZz6WB789DE4g8SBxDulY/s640/159.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Instead of seeing a Vintage Shell backed Motel Chair festooned with Sweet Potato Vine as a thing of Beauty... they might prune away the 'Overgrowth' for you and figure that since obviously the Old Chair hadn't been sat in for ages, you mustn't really need or want it so they'll haul it away for you as a Good Samaritan and you'll be so Surprised and Happy!!!   They almost can't wait for you to see what they've done while you were away... Ta Da!   Surprised... YES... Happy... are you freakin' kiddin' me?!?!   By now you're wondering how much Time you'll have to Serve if you Thank them in the way your Impulses and Emotions want to?!?  While you're picking your sinking stomach up off the floor that it hit when you realized what they'd done and barely contained your initial Hysteria!!!  BTW: No, this particular Chair and Vine didn't meet with that Fate... but I can't recount what did, it still gives me Eternal Heartache!  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ynu4RLkRZGlwHCERruOi1tQI4dN2NsGEQKLy0YP0xux4VsaLfYhBytkHMdk01zrb4Lo-l-kHrBFTK6HkRayllQAGGY5oOLOvnX90n7wGGGtsm942kXpqGY2DxRf_eRMbqpZEg1pVVhw/s1600/155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ynu4RLkRZGlwHCERruOi1tQI4dN2NsGEQKLy0YP0xux4VsaLfYhBytkHMdk01zrb4Lo-l-kHrBFTK6HkRayllQAGGY5oOLOvnX90n7wGGGtsm942kXpqGY2DxRf_eRMbqpZEg1pVVhw/s640/155.JPG" width="558" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Thankfully, though The Man doesn't have the proclivity for Hoarding or Picking quite like I do, he has always Enjoyed the Process enough to often go with me and know what would make my Heart Sing when he was out and about on some Grand Adventure and would Surprise me with what he'd 'Scored' on my behalf.  Once it was even a Cast Iron Bathtub he found while Scouting for Javelina before a Hunt!  But it could be as Simple as an Old Brick with embossed letters on it or an Old Bottle Fragment or Pottery Shard that had baked in the Desert for Lord knows how long and will become a Future Art Project.  </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TljzTZpA2KyQBNZXoU3YaBUZNKvXzDit9y8mbD8ewwLo4eIdwu8D4Cxcqtn4_7k8mFfW_U0DRo3X14u-FsQSErbntdh46k5exer23R-lEAMlvT6z6nQTneuNobcUykF3ZmXHZkL2yKY/s1600/163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TljzTZpA2KyQBNZXoU3YaBUZNKvXzDit9y8mbD8ewwLo4eIdwu8D4Cxcqtn4_7k8mFfW_U0DRo3X14u-FsQSErbntdh46k5exer23R-lEAMlvT6z6nQTneuNobcUykF3ZmXHZkL2yKY/s640/163.JPG" width="564" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Even though I've never smoked... I was Jazzed when my Dad gave me his Antique Pedestal Ashtray off his back Porch one year... knowing it would probably never see another cigarrette butt, but would still have Pride of Place on our Front Porch... even many years after he Passed.  My Parents not only Encouraged my Passions, they Shared them... so it must be in The Blood?!?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSUOc_YHidxsRXEwwYJ8tR2Jw47WoNNFpzj1s6dgRpa6d-cTVBpqFEcit4vGeb9AQDyAKa27GSmOowejtDYAN8WfqPQv8WzdG0vXqLI2VqpFGO-auNFSauBQkpgsvp7EXrul-0FKbm6I/s1600/148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSUOc_YHidxsRXEwwYJ8tR2Jw47WoNNFpzj1s6dgRpa6d-cTVBpqFEcit4vGeb9AQDyAKa27GSmOowejtDYAN8WfqPQv8WzdG0vXqLI2VqpFGO-auNFSauBQkpgsvp7EXrul-0FKbm6I/s640/148.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The Rusty, Chippy and the Crusty has always Appealed to me... Rust is one of my Favorite Colors and Patina is one of my Favorite Words!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaTH1oqvHhF6l_gVTX2EdluTn94rudj2dlN5LvqOtJMId387fLOta3QefBIGRXJG1SWnCg1EB-gYzzB2OH8_SkCpCpP0v0Y2dQgyt0GUXqxid6pMRQVfVmjHuQ2PO9feXUtS3uqjNAtg/s1600/164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaTH1oqvHhF6l_gVTX2EdluTn94rudj2dlN5LvqOtJMId387fLOta3QefBIGRXJG1SWnCg1EB-gYzzB2OH8_SkCpCpP0v0Y2dQgyt0GUXqxid6pMRQVfVmjHuQ2PO9feXUtS3uqjNAtg/s640/164.JPG" width="550" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>The Man once stopped by a Harvested Cotton Field and picked me some Cotton Branches that he gleened from the parameter of the newly Harvested and now barren Field and I was just as Happy as if he'd bought me a Dozen Roses!  He knows me that well after all these years.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZryRWXEm809IlQqNxtqLM0oMJ14gT-4jD3FJOP41AKG74bbZpYH9CzfX7IEIcJ7rZbAyPGrJKjfSMNoYyPh_7mBBOnnwv0ouubGCIFURJUr__QqcK7H0Ux3RmOBRCq54urLKWjyqlnZ0/s1600/196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZryRWXEm809IlQqNxtqLM0oMJ14gT-4jD3FJOP41AKG74bbZpYH9CzfX7IEIcJ7rZbAyPGrJKjfSMNoYyPh_7mBBOnnwv0ouubGCIFURJUr__QqcK7H0Ux3RmOBRCq54urLKWjyqlnZ0/s640/196.JPG" width="484" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And I don't know how many of you have the Skeletons of Old Lawn Furniture with Wild Garden Growth reclaiming them on your Property, but we do and I see it as a Thing of Beauty and Garden Art of sorts... until such time as the pieces will be Restored, Repurposed or Reupholstered and put into Use again some other way.  Until then they are Garden Sentinals and always have a Back Story that Evokes a Memory of that particular Pick. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojPwpMfS7eFKTwv86atu3pfgHTuSg4qxzVYT0sezNU3HGNNM5u-hOHhgG0nEV9cHlpn9jFg5PfNIVjuZSn77LaKKPGerNNWp3MHBV9naHeAR-qP1hLcHfrqOEWleSKaN27nE8BDpt8tQ/s1600/149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojPwpMfS7eFKTwv86atu3pfgHTuSg4qxzVYT0sezNU3HGNNM5u-hOHhgG0nEV9cHlpn9jFg5PfNIVjuZSn77LaKKPGerNNWp3MHBV9naHeAR-qP1hLcHfrqOEWleSKaN27nE8BDpt8tQ/s640/149.JPG" width="595" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Some Special Things came with the Property... the Family that built it at the turn of the Century had Salvage and Art in their veins as well... and since Resources were scarce in the Wild, Wild West back then, it wasn't so Peculiar to Scavenge what you Needed or Wanted.  Use it up, wear it out, make do or do without was more the Mantra and Way Of Life back then.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Gtlk0Z8xmI-nB3hx6KjbKPNs1QDDrJ76IgGzxnvhHdHe1ZVp4a5tmCyZ69VJMNjGKWjHa4pYk4rJtn68IUQ8ZFtAFqAVgkFHIvLRbOKU5ij9nCmM3FBbzr9xf8QCPyAi7zWhyphenhyphenQ22wAg/s1600/156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Gtlk0Z8xmI-nB3hx6KjbKPNs1QDDrJ76IgGzxnvhHdHe1ZVp4a5tmCyZ69VJMNjGKWjHa4pYk4rJtn68IUQ8ZFtAFqAVgkFHIvLRbOKU5ij9nCmM3FBbzr9xf8QCPyAi7zWhyphenhyphenQ22wAg/s640/156.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And other Things... well, they keep being Found and Rescued by Yours Truly... because since I do have Acreage, there is plenty of room for them to be Stored without being an Eyesore or even visible from the road.   American Pickers would probably call our Property a Honeyhole... and if Mike and Frank ever did stop by on the Arizona Trail, well, I could definitely load them up if they were seeking what I've been Hoarding!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlms0pB1bFlqKp6y7FWYfVgP-Bcsn5vVdOMMfftVj3PM5aw5jHeFB5gKaIxz2DAO7MsoFLFm_bGBmQTq63Dn26yt1fNA8x2XQ_NHi9jnQxPTVVn3wCJJIP0gFDHcqMla6Rovk-JkAqDGY/s1600/147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlms0pB1bFlqKp6y7FWYfVgP-Bcsn5vVdOMMfftVj3PM5aw5jHeFB5gKaIxz2DAO7MsoFLFm_bGBmQTq63Dn26yt1fNA8x2XQ_NHi9jnQxPTVVn3wCJJIP0gFDHcqMla6Rovk-JkAqDGY/s640/147.JPG" width="636" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>So much of it I don't really have any Sentiment or Attachment to... and even if it was a Future Project yet to get around to... I'm aware that I'd have to be Immortal to utilize everything I've got a Vision for Creating something Cool out of.  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijt0E5Qky5_cEaN-RumhhP244Skz1IGnaMQtgqr3Mnz970995fIRJ-k4Z_FBs8MZDSbhdjg4SbM9z2-dbOY1JE03o4_dVW42RiA35CbYv0OkAV2UVrJY2lxvvzWfcUlYYf7ZrtnIzT_E4/s1600/199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijt0E5Qky5_cEaN-RumhhP244Skz1IGnaMQtgqr3Mnz970995fIRJ-k4Z_FBs8MZDSbhdjg4SbM9z2-dbOY1JE03o4_dVW42RiA35CbYv0OkAV2UVrJY2lxvvzWfcUlYYf7ZrtnIzT_E4/s640/199.JPG" width="596" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And even though the Great Edit and Purge is still in full swing... and I have been Successfully Simplifying and Letting Go... I also realize that I shall probably always have a predisposition to hopeless Hoarding of Fabulous Finds... right up to the End.  Because it's not only what I do... it's an intrical part of who I am at my Core I suppose, because I couldn't Imagine NOT doing it.  And I wouldn't want to.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyH_SKm2WXSSJ9ERzFUEFuBXdt5nEXw_Fs4LT9Y0YcPma8QtWA9J_M5ublddSJzbE8hTR1QNvDsCTy5aJLdejAx29TY_mfuXrnLA92ONNU-ZEWh2zPaow-jI_fLj3ol93fQFEn_HGjag/s1600/264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyH_SKm2WXSSJ9ERzFUEFuBXdt5nEXw_Fs4LT9Y0YcPma8QtWA9J_M5ublddSJzbE8hTR1QNvDsCTy5aJLdejAx29TY_mfuXrnLA92ONNU-ZEWh2zPaow-jI_fLj3ol93fQFEn_HGjag/s640/264.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>How about you my Friends?  Do you 'Feel' me, can you relate?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Fdz2AOEoBEjyokuaCOWsy_TskWuFsrg_DqFc3vyNFM9SfAn_-VtEzIqVuR2qC8k8MsgGvd2di9TQNJHV5B8D4aOrTgF407n5Y17R7HSzt-TaB0Obgl497LjAXHZtj55RU0vd59MOYYk/s1600/267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Fdz2AOEoBEjyokuaCOWsy_TskWuFsrg_DqFc3vyNFM9SfAn_-VtEzIqVuR2qC8k8MsgGvd2di9TQNJHV5B8D4aOrTgF407n5Y17R7HSzt-TaB0Obgl497LjAXHZtj55RU0vd59MOYYk/s640/267.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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Hopeless Hoarding Of Fabulous Finds

    The Crime Scene:  The Storage Cottage... MY Storage Cottage to be exact.  "I thought you cleaned this whole place out", they s...

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