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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The Thrill Of The Hunt

<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/AVvXsEhzJrYykkUVQqq-Aww8Gr6hTKSwFU2WucehrK_zKOM2Ywk-gG7ytqTwJywyVBn-VHsPN8gUKEL-Y3hewub0lAuAMT0S5BoB1LYKNMcdty6sACx2jF-TaUWs5kCYv8ZQPD4Gt3kIFWeY0hKC/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/AVvXsEhzJrYykkUVQqq-Aww8Gr6hTKSwFU2WucehrK_zKOM2Ywk-gG7ytqTwJywyVBn-VHsPN8gUKEL-Y3hewub0lAuAMT0S5BoB1LYKNMcdty6sACx2jF-TaUWs5kCYv8ZQPD4Gt3kIFWeY0hKC/s640/006.JPG" width="582" /></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>I Confess that I'm absolutely Addicted to The Thrill Of The Hunt and not knowing what Found Treasures will be uncovered and Discovered during each Junquing Adventure.  Even if I don't find anything I still Enjoy the Process thoroughly and never consider it a waste of time because I have such Joy in the doing of it.   Time flies by when I'm on the Hunt and it's never any real Effort for me or the G-Kid Force, we can do it for Hours on end and totally lose track of Time and how long we've been at it!   </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/AVvXsEgtM7HuSPXR4JE16yxcldzrMrK2oQOUlCt0zjpS3UBJQs24O4TKz66uzllNfyfap-yo16PErJiL1qSeGewoKyJDqCrh2foQBUh5r0g1uw98Z5LUFreiU-m8lTWfA1N0djpPRrHohUVwnSGa/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtM7HuSPXR4JE16yxcldzrMrK2oQOUlCt0zjpS3UBJQs24O4TKz66uzllNfyfap-yo16PErJiL1qSeGewoKyJDqCrh2foQBUh5r0g1uw98Z5LUFreiU-m8lTWfA1N0djpPRrHohUVwnSGa/s640/008.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>However, when we do 'Score' a Bounty of Found Treasures that will also mean a lot of Processing Work... piles and boxes stacked everywhere with no place to 'Be' yet... and disorganization until we can get it sorted into 'Keep' or 'Sell' ... and then Inventory what will only temporarily be in the house and on it's way to the Showrooms... that part seems to take so much Time and Effort!  Not that it really does take more Time or Effort theoretically than the actual 'Pickin' and Hunting did... it just SEEMS to!   We probably spend an equal amount of actual Time doing each... but the Processing Part feels like it takes an inordinate amount of Time to accomplish and we tire out quicker doing THAT!  *Smiles*</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZasxF3fp1HhD_SsM3uhGbwgLaG8zLpDGi3RsV2Y3Skxo4Q97WCrkAe8mlS7QTeYr-8k7mxvetobGuPxHsopAWOkGs9TIrjhjQQYdLchDzUL0grM83HBq1T2nCS403BV5sDUGrQoAeJz5N/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZasxF3fp1HhD_SsM3uhGbwgLaG8zLpDGi3RsV2Y3Skxo4Q97WCrkAe8mlS7QTeYr-8k7mxvetobGuPxHsopAWOkGs9TIrjhjQQYdLchDzUL0grM83HBq1T2nCS403BV5sDUGrQoAeJz5N/s640/007.JPG" width="514" /></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>Everyone is all Smiles and Adrenalin during the Thrill Of The Hunt... not so much once we get down to the Processing of our Haul.  *LOL*   The only one that seems to relish the Pricing and Inventory Part is Princess T... because she could be a Professional Organizer already.  And it's by her Prompting and Dedication to that Process that I actually get so much done and don't Procrastinate as long as I might otherwise. So she really did DESERVE that recent Raise she Negotiated.  *Winks*  As you can see by Prince R's countenance, he's usually involved Under Protest when it comes to the Detail Work... he's great out the Gate, but Fades Fast on the Stretch and isn't in the Race at all about an Hour into it as he loses Interest and gets Distracted by something Cool he'd rather Play with than continue to Work.  *Smiles*</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/AVvXsEhdwPyjJv5pIWsdkEGd8ICMxqnZViaOnSL283ZoelKc3i_Zl5UOAH9Y7eE_673Qk98JE8fNLJMUOvF_U20XnCUQ-qK3BkrjiELNn6tvF_ITqmg7e4TQ6L2bFekQzIpo3fz8Ds-8HRLeurYw/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwPyjJv5pIWsdkEGd8ICMxqnZViaOnSL283ZoelKc3i_Zl5UOAH9Y7eE_673Qk98JE8fNLJMUOvF_U20XnCUQ-qK3BkrjiELNn6tvF_ITqmg7e4TQ6L2bFekQzIpo3fz8Ds-8HRLeurYw/s640/004.JPG" width="536" /></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 I'm getting better at Letting Go of some really Cool Pieces that previously I would have been more Tempted to Keep... at least for a while.  I make a conscious Effort now to have much smaller 'Keep' piles than 'Sell' piles... and Maintain the Five to One Rule... if I Keep One Thing that I just 'Scored', then I must Let Go of Five Things out of my Personal Collections in Exchange.  So, this Awesome 3-D Vintage Chalkware Plaque of Jesus was reluctantly put into the 'Sell' pile and will be on His way to the Showroom Tomorrow.</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/AVvXsEiCwzyBvZyKApREKOCUK0I90kLZu9pZ8xiBy15HjTMzJRhLBhuDd0H31qtAUN36ta2VzXzrqPeTfdwHDVPuUfm_PzesbezaD0bMK0kJPhwfJjtHRPXIZeoAqsckO7IldmJEgKxADqYcC90e/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwzyBvZyKApREKOCUK0I90kLZu9pZ8xiBy15HjTMzJRhLBhuDd0H31qtAUN36ta2VzXzrqPeTfdwHDVPuUfm_PzesbezaD0bMK0kJPhwfJjtHRPXIZeoAqsckO7IldmJEgKxADqYcC90e/s640/011.JPG" width="538" /></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 can Clearly see how much Fun Princess T has when we're Pricing Inventory, she'd sort, organize and Price Inventory all day long if I could hang that long... which I can't... if only because if I sit that long you'd never get me back up off the floor without Medical Assistance!  *Winks*  We usually put 1920-1940's Music from 'Pandora' on her Nook and Gel Out as we get to it until I begin to atrophy and need a break to unkink my stiff joints... which the G-Kids always think is hilarious!  Wait til they're my Age, they won't be laughing so much anymore when they're walking like Walter Brennan sometimes too!  *Winks*  Okay, so maybe it IS just a little Funny, I admit!!!  *LOL*</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKv19R87fAr6JMQ61B52-HAynUTGg2cS2203aSdcBqWfYaqNsga2ZxG8GWj5_q164TrniwxyUSn3fFkq2JDnlsd2ZG55d8qDUXbClbaZwQysbfJRGE-bcouOnXG0cTYLlCC8VT-7kOUWEJ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKv19R87fAr6JMQ61B52-HAynUTGg2cS2203aSdcBqWfYaqNsga2ZxG8GWj5_q164TrniwxyUSn3fFkq2JDnlsd2ZG55d8qDUXbClbaZwQysbfJRGE-bcouOnXG0cTYLlCC8VT-7kOUWEJ/s640/013.JPG" width="562" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And they usually have me laughing at myself as I try to get up and get moving again after a long sitting spell doing Inventory of our Found Treasures!  I just Hope I never end up on U-Tube or something... because it would be sure to go Viral!  *Winks*   And why is it that I'm never crippled up like that when I'm on The Thrill Of The Hunt I Wonder???!!!  Perhaps because during a 'Pick' we're in perpetual Motion... and it's only when I Stop that it happens... because a Body in Motion tends to stay in Motion and a Body at Rest... at this Season of Life... Seizes Up!!!  *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/AVvXsEi4rUZ8tH2NTf6yglhTN3E6LaAGbl0cUks0OXdx3wLaFBUvVLg2FDCq1cAmeY1GPNuHQzU1NjqLQ-p6yXGP-w3inLZOvAL_RQLKJUpyUU1BUxyxywmKJ0-I0T1Smx-RNuSD-p5OQtQk1UgC/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rUZ8tH2NTf6yglhTN3E6LaAGbl0cUks0OXdx3wLaFBUvVLg2FDCq1cAmeY1GPNuHQzU1NjqLQ-p6yXGP-w3inLZOvAL_RQLKJUpyUU1BUxyxywmKJ0-I0T1Smx-RNuSD-p5OQtQk1UgC/s640/014.JPG" width="534" /></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>Now I'm not the only one Tempted to have a 'Keep' pile... there are always those Found Treasures that The Force falls in Love with and doesn't want to Sell off.  During Tonight's lengthy Inventory Process, which Princess T hung long at... it was this Brandy Barbie with luxuriously long Cornrow Braids that someone in a Third World Toy Factory must have Seized Up braiding!?!  She HAD to have her... and since she'd Worked so long and tirelessly she Negotiated it as a portion of her Payment.  *LOL*  Each of them always get a small pile of Treasures as Payment for each 'Pick' and/or the Processing of it and sometimes a Pizza Party... this was her Bonus Payment for doing more than her Brother, AGAIN!</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/AVvXsEidfuVBK94GXcH0ahEGVKVlgm_Kz2jmFiKGpSaLsiUQMuuGZpwqGFKFJJ08Ptwy3xpbre-64nZz742AevLxUTolmDRRKE1RYdOEv3b6f7cgjKblg1VJRzzQpQzdWwxF8SvdfnMIWuRMSZKc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidfuVBK94GXcH0ahEGVKVlgm_Kz2jmFiKGpSaLsiUQMuuGZpwqGFKFJJ08Ptwy3xpbre-64nZz742AevLxUTolmDRRKE1RYdOEv3b6f7cgjKblg1VJRzzQpQzdWwxF8SvdfnMIWuRMSZKc/s640/001.JPG" width="548" /></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>My Fav unexpected 'Score' was this Nishijin Pachinko Game... and it's as heavy as a boat anchor so I just about dropped my ovaries out on the floor schlepping it let me tell you, but no way was I leaving it behind!!!  *LOL*</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/AVvXsEicmDoFeCJVlEwyebHUB7f0nKoIeTgenrmyuc3PaLLyNlWYg2nlMpuB_BFOYYm17Q504Zh77xLjqfubUTzW8mdxtotihW-zhdIwYcWOJDRy1wZTdErEJ2bzHYReEMit5m-LXn9lrRbAXG9W/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmDoFeCJVlEwyebHUB7f0nKoIeTgenrmyuc3PaLLyNlWYg2nlMpuB_BFOYYm17Q504Zh77xLjqfubUTzW8mdxtotihW-zhdIwYcWOJDRy1wZTdErEJ2bzHYReEMit5m-LXn9lrRbAXG9W/s640/002.JPG" width="542" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div align="center"><em>I Love Vintage recreational Arcade Games... I have a lot of fond Memories of going to Arcades and playing Pinball and the original Video Games that first came out... I could handle and figure those out!  *Winks*  Now I have to ask the G-Kid Force how to turn on most of the new enhanced versions of recreational Video Games and Electronic Devices!!!  I had to have the seven year old turn the Nook on to 'Pandora' and bookmark our favs that played Tonight, that's how Tech Challenged I am!  But I can kick ass on an old Pinball Machine!  *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/AVvXsEiNylYpCSQMtiUn8thKFaO-5zd8-mDfo-IAUpZWORGuQnXg0VQbNu_XOFS8hU9vJQAsAcxp7HcgwYeAmVy5xkIGbzZY77QZ3Ttj5SkL1FpGeDGxu7-tyn9BSplVx8CqO0PhvQcodaL8T41W/s1600/290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNylYpCSQMtiUn8thKFaO-5zd8-mDfo-IAUpZWORGuQnXg0VQbNu_XOFS8hU9vJQAsAcxp7HcgwYeAmVy5xkIGbzZY77QZ3Ttj5SkL1FpGeDGxu7-tyn9BSplVx8CqO0PhvQcodaL8T41W/s640/290.JPG" width="596" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div align="center"><em>I was Jazzed to Discover a Bounty of Old mini Dolls from various Countries during the most recent Hunt... I even 'Scored' an Old Jack-In-The-Box from Germany.</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/AVvXsEhFsB2AD5sMf1UkIyYytX31hL0w0jISRjRzO55A4a0QwenFZJFw_fIoOr_ltiKuJ3N2aBSmpn5ylSlyvM3TQZQIEqmKLQCgMpN_EViTxhN6wG_ozREc9aE28xfV-9XnGsawn4bxTv8r-crq/s1600/300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsB2AD5sMf1UkIyYytX31hL0w0jISRjRzO55A4a0QwenFZJFw_fIoOr_ltiKuJ3N2aBSmpn5ylSlyvM3TQZQIEqmKLQCgMpN_EViTxhN6wG_ozREc9aE28xfV-9XnGsawn4bxTv8r-crq/s640/300.JPG" width="492" /></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>This new Old Stock tiered Serving Tray that was unassembled in the Original Box Sold right away.  Anytime I find new Old Stock of anything it is snapped right up... and it's always a Rush to find something that never Sold from so long ago and is Mint in the Original Packaging!  On this recent Hunt I 'Scored' a new Old Stock Candy Thermometer Set in it's Original Shipping Box. Since it almost looks like Laboratorie Equipment it was Tempting to put into the 'Keep' pile, but I Resisted and it will go to the Retro Kitchen area of Showroom #114.</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRMnz8cx3ZULeUZkKxHbeb8wF5HNP0Gizlp5XuAsRD8geXnk5vcqnWE8rZ6Z1Xlrxpl-jbSToTBQdLva1ar8Ug6FSMp6lhsOVTfJr1LEX6aSV232-yOhNdtX5V9ZXslh4kRnFSG6Ece9F/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRMnz8cx3ZULeUZkKxHbeb8wF5HNP0Gizlp5XuAsRD8geXnk5vcqnWE8rZ6Z1Xlrxpl-jbSToTBQdLva1ar8Ug6FSMp6lhsOVTfJr1LEX6aSV232-yOhNdtX5V9ZXslh4kRnFSG6Ece9F/s640/001.JPG" width="618" /></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>Well... we're FINALLY done for Tonight and have a wealth of New Inventory to add to the Showrooms this Week and I can hardly wait to have The Thrill Of The Hunt again and see what else finds us??!??!??</em></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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Is There A Class You've Been Meaning To Take?

<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/AVvXsEjOQWmz0IiCaIgApW3tZfnn6svzwg5WDPqUnbPtDqll3rZjqr4ZVIOTLWplpp9bV5sGRVB04Xb94gahbBtbosxOfQJnzwFxWgnUjqB-n1SNvTk21Y2LNCGJjGu-Vbu54bQDADzVln5vueXc/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/AVvXsEjOQWmz0IiCaIgApW3tZfnn6svzwg5WDPqUnbPtDqll3rZjqr4ZVIOTLWplpp9bV5sGRVB04Xb94gahbBtbosxOfQJnzwFxWgnUjqB-n1SNvTk21Y2LNCGJjGu-Vbu54bQDADzVln5vueXc/s640/077.JPG" width="552" /></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>Every time we enter our Friend Wendy's Amazing Shop, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MelroseVintage"><strong><span style="color: #e06666;">MELROSE VINTAGE</span></strong></a>, I am reminded of all the Artistic Classes I've been meaning to take and haven't yet had the Time or Resources to get around to yet!   Is there a Class you've been meaning to take my Friends?  What has stood in the way and been a barrier for you being able to get around to it?</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/AVvXsEiry8jHfIWv6APLxQobFXBJH1LW9kf_Kgcu3qUHynE0Lmjd5_ptUaxzM3rNwnf5B53qaHeh7auvrEAYB1mSRqp6wV2kKNseVkFiSr2IDe04B3xafDixWtXg6zVugD9qPKR6-srwpiy_A7xo/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiry8jHfIWv6APLxQobFXBJH1LW9kf_Kgcu3qUHynE0Lmjd5_ptUaxzM3rNwnf5B53qaHeh7auvrEAYB1mSRqp6wV2kKNseVkFiSr2IDe04B3xafDixWtXg6zVugD9qPKR6-srwpiy_A7xo/s640/078.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>You see, if you are an Artistic Soul and it's a strong Instinctive Urge for you to Create, you'd like to be doing it ALL of the time and learning as many new Creative Methods and Skills as you can possibly absorb and be Exposed to in this Lifetime!</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksMt6VxW0mjVYP3-lHsGZLaCqm_S2dh7J4mdcoKH9CEEHFOcwofxheYari3Cr2T-ZKBYHgqYSjoXOSb0oAWEU1I7-aWbwBxFSZ4LhqHgwdkQiiygCSYAQOFVDbsm67zYgYBEgn4H75hyphenhyphenx/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksMt6VxW0mjVYP3-lHsGZLaCqm_S2dh7J4mdcoKH9CEEHFOcwofxheYari3Cr2T-ZKBYHgqYSjoXOSb0oAWEU1I7-aWbwBxFSZ4LhqHgwdkQiiygCSYAQOFVDbsm67zYgYBEgn4H75hyphenhyphenx/s640/076.JPG" width="588" /></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>Even if you don't yet know what you'd actually DO with all of your Creations and you wouldn't be Attached to the Outcome, the Satisfaction, Joy and Inspiration you Receive from doing it is such a Rush that you don't usually even think that far ahead... you get Lost in the Creative Process and bringing New Creations to Life.  I never have to be firm on an ulterior Motive to Create something... I have never really cared if anyone actually digs, 'gets' or buys my Creations, it has never prevented me from Creating them and getting total and absolute Joy out of the Process. </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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBxUV4gMAnpNbEIpT1OUkzwFijU9DMlSCp6UEmTIheOZAm8f-A0z9T4wXobmcWMqPPz_dIjGnfM_G2tEsMVwHoo_5iyhs3iVfK2GCGUmime6sadg03t__p-0iT7qOfobh5Xi_uH3jS8mo/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBxUV4gMAnpNbEIpT1OUkzwFijU9DMlSCp6UEmTIheOZAm8f-A0z9T4wXobmcWMqPPz_dIjGnfM_G2tEsMVwHoo_5iyhs3iVfK2GCGUmime6sadg03t__p-0iT7qOfobh5Xi_uH3jS8mo/s640/075.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>Sometimes an Art Form will just Appeal to me enough that I just want to learn how it's done and try my hand at it... like these Lovely Altered Art Circular Fans Wendy has all over the Shop.  I've been meaning to take the Class for this Art Form for a long time... and one day I shall find the Time and Resources to actually get around to it because I've never lost the Appeal it has had upon me.</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/AVvXsEiqckAMyilcdKw7mgfB6p7y0KFFKN1T0RF8TAD3HsO1T3uqzqd3AW2BKvHiY-3YB7Sz2HezWJ18b-F-c1AGjFePkqB6mvnj5ZSxdEVFhBG49Fb2RGMPkwApQDfjvWx392t8C5ZvA4ba8J6t/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqckAMyilcdKw7mgfB6p7y0KFFKN1T0RF8TAD3HsO1T3uqzqd3AW2BKvHiY-3YB7Sz2HezWJ18b-F-c1AGjFePkqB6mvnj5ZSxdEVFhBG49Fb2RGMPkwApQDfjvWx392t8C5ZvA4ba8J6t/s640/079.JPG" width="552" /></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>Sometimes I perculate and wait on something before Acting upon it because if it 'passes' and I don't feel the Desire anymore after a period of Time, then it probably wasn't anything I was Purposed or meant to do and it was a fleeting whim or fancy.  But when something gets into my Creative Spirit strongly, then it is somewhat torturous to have to Wait until the Right Time comes along and everything lines up so that I can learn now it's done and try my hand at it!</em></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;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-Wwwv2r2xA8cXk9wdenEv5aQ4Paje_tUYylqsxIdV_W2ph1pUZiIPAGKLrbw5Wfkiww_uVYrDH1hW59R9ZH0B8KOjs9CR9u0U2Sn3-WXdQbxDDadb60yirodTybYsnv0YXiY-mJHccgf/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-Wwwv2r2xA8cXk9wdenEv5aQ4Paje_tUYylqsxIdV_W2ph1pUZiIPAGKLrbw5Wfkiww_uVYrDH1hW59R9ZH0B8KOjs9CR9u0U2Sn3-WXdQbxDDadb60yirodTybYsnv0YXiY-mJHccgf/s640/072.JPG" width="498" /></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>I have a difficult enough Time getting some Freedom for a Girl's Day Out Shopping once a Month without other commitments and personal obligations getting in the way or having an Entourage of wee ones in tow.  So taking a Class would be a Rare Luxury that I yearn to be able to do... and as often as I possibly could actually.  I can Justify any Expense and Outlay it would Cost because I consider it an Investment... the Creative Process has always Blessed our Family Financially in the long run... so its more a matter of finding and having the Free Time to do it that is my greatest barrier from following through with the Desires.</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccmBRsgx1OMapyJG4guaxuaZ4W0KqghExedrPt31YxvxE1NH3zWXXWt0Szx6zXIE2Dya56gCMpZEj2pQ6bNTVxCMG3aW-vz42hufJrOEOinVWYV4NYqNGkfYqh9rW5BaZxRaXtWX4095p/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccmBRsgx1OMapyJG4guaxuaZ4W0KqghExedrPt31YxvxE1NH3zWXXWt0Szx6zXIE2Dya56gCMpZEj2pQ6bNTVxCMG3aW-vz42hufJrOEOinVWYV4NYqNGkfYqh9rW5BaZxRaXtWX4095p/s640/048.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 the other barrier... is that I know myself all too well... and how Obsessed, how Totally Lost, Immersed and Deep into the Creative Process I disappear into, especially when I first learn a New Artistic Form of Expression or really feel strongly compelled and Purposed to be doing it and bringing a Creation to Life.  Art is the one thing that I can do that makes me forget about even eating, sleeping or doing anything else when I'm busy Creating!!!  Time seems to stand still and I could literally do it for hours on end, oblivious to how much Time has gone by, I'm in my own Bubble, foregoing everything and anything else because it so totally consumes me and my attention.  And when you have a Family, well, that can be a problem when you're sequestered doing Your Thing!  *LOL*</em></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;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqysFgdq45TuAApn-jg2qDIELarn0UnvqOZkCTm-LOkhhtRnG-V0Azn76PZsgnBIBJ_Yg_7GnqSNgYA_XiEFxiFdjpDC1SQtqfGBEOF8la4KWPwIXy-be1X-1FcjnXLdGqfV9cu5AWV3Ov/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqysFgdq45TuAApn-jg2qDIELarn0UnvqOZkCTm-LOkhhtRnG-V0Azn76PZsgnBIBJ_Yg_7GnqSNgYA_XiEFxiFdjpDC1SQtqfGBEOF8la4KWPwIXy-be1X-1FcjnXLdGqfV9cu5AWV3Ov/s640/051.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 it's not Inclusive like my other Passion that I can get Lost in and Transcend Time doing... 'Pickin' and 'Scavenging' for Found Treasures... which I can Include Friends and Family in so that they can be a part of my World that I can get so Lost in.  *Winks*  So though the Family and Close Friends don't mind the other Passion... with my Art, there has been some Competitiveness towards the Time I would or could spend doing it because they know once I'm into it... nothing else exists until I come out the other side!  *Smiles*  And if anyone has Witnessed me Lost in doing Photography... they can get a glimpse of what I'm talkin' about!  *LOL*</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimlUKLFcFXfypg5I7pSED_2rJmQNoV4F7x0yXApXF16Fe23d6mdGG1lMapFrkhypj3dEut6rxZLyn3PGTCvsAwz1RYKb8_51KZP8JffF63mmqkrpjvLX7rvWmjnwHpGOHI4c_ZSrezUj-E/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/AVvXsEimlUKLFcFXfypg5I7pSED_2rJmQNoV4F7x0yXApXF16Fe23d6mdGG1lMapFrkhypj3dEut6rxZLyn3PGTCvsAwz1RYKb8_51KZP8JffF63mmqkrpjvLX7rvWmjnwHpGOHI4c_ZSrezUj-E/s640/019.JPG" width="612" /></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>Though my Family and Friends have Admired my Artistic Creations and been Proud of what I have Created... there have at times been obvious pangs of Jealousy towards the Process because they know how much Time it would take away from them all Relationally... and so I totally 'Get It' and try to be Sensitive to it.</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/AVvXsEgpS2MD8zy7aEnuiFUWipQTVXNp2ei7umapgZ-FDcPcG5G9M6WJufhgFBg9qbiLRTzHMy8Qvn9VUe6SspciCmePDJhQYchx8YTatTrTvw4Y469Rf52y48_ZJum-LEsgyzjzCQn77DGJmcrU/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpS2MD8zy7aEnuiFUWipQTVXNp2ei7umapgZ-FDcPcG5G9M6WJufhgFBg9qbiLRTzHMy8Qvn9VUe6SspciCmePDJhQYchx8YTatTrTvw4Y469Rf52y48_ZJum-LEsgyzjzCQn77DGJmcrU/s640/038.JPG" width="568" /></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>I know that if I only had myself to worry about... I'd be totally Selfish and Create the majority of the time.  Because I Love Doing it so much that I would Live and Breathe it Daily... and it has always been a strong compulsion to Create something Beautiful, usually with my hands.   Be it a Garden, Art, capturing Beauty through the Eye of the Lens, Fashion, Styling... and any other Art Form I can pick up and learn in this Lifetime!</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDLj3XDBfJLjunr3rzA4mFhBamrFmvaT3ZkdmD6LgQxWOJurZYx1OYC8APqNaaTWPE5pnEjRADW1Oi4aM8IBRSd_YC9iBO0nuDK4EKBbyIW8D-0ZXy4t4UL3Y9gNG9inyZZAnxx56XhlT/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDLj3XDBfJLjunr3rzA4mFhBamrFmvaT3ZkdmD6LgQxWOJurZYx1OYC8APqNaaTWPE5pnEjRADW1Oi4aM8IBRSd_YC9iBO0nuDK4EKBbyIW8D-0ZXy4t4UL3Y9gNG9inyZZAnxx56XhlT/s640/041.JPG" width="560" /></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;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I've actually already got more Ideas in my head than I could ever get out in several Lifetimes... and enough Projects I'm dying to do to keep me busy for all of Eternity!  And I don't mind that one bit.  What I do mind however is that I have to so often put it all aside... or shelved... until the Time is right... and Patience isn't exactly one of my Virtues... and the Waiting... well, sometimes that can be excruciating and intensely Sacrificial!</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO0Rviu48Wp7kO_ExUqlLrHAFg2Q8DgtcHoj2Iwv0371Wv7i-dbAQ_qrqj_3nDJcJ_9oejaDYKv2eviHNHaRkqQsw4FfbNSYpP8GxlyDiMVe6ZqjOsZyBI7ic-EHYUjUjv3bxVXl1f7a1/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO0Rviu48Wp7kO_ExUqlLrHAFg2Q8DgtcHoj2Iwv0371Wv7i-dbAQ_qrqj_3nDJcJ_9oejaDYKv2eviHNHaRkqQsw4FfbNSYpP8GxlyDiMVe6ZqjOsZyBI7ic-EHYUjUjv3bxVXl1f7a1/s640/063.JPG" width="550" /></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>After all... there's so much to Create... and so many Classes that I've been meaning to take to be able to expand the Creative Process even more... because Creation knows no Limits... and so much Beauty is just waiting to be brought to Life by those of us pregnant with the Seed and Vision of them!</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/AVvXsEjHh-N5ncG31F88v1arIyZckgsB_eKQ4Z6ZkJfz4I_JK88MuHrLspK89cwaY4rM0NyaGuawa2u5kCtRbJVT3225OIPcyAzkpkMUJ2XL1BtvxNmga6BAZ6cY4_N_y6nDbgFXChdhyouLTBqI/s1600/117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHh-N5ncG31F88v1arIyZckgsB_eKQ4Z6ZkJfz4I_JK88MuHrLspK89cwaY4rM0NyaGuawa2u5kCtRbJVT3225OIPcyAzkpkMUJ2XL1BtvxNmga6BAZ6cY4_N_y6nDbgFXChdhyouLTBqI/s640/117.JPG" width="526" /></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 may each of us have the Time to at least Create one Beautiful Thing or Beautiful Act each Day of our Lives!</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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">W. Somerset Maugham ~<br /> Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.</span></em></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #e06666;">David Hume ("Of the Standard of Taste" Four Dissertations)<br /> Beauty is no quality in things themselves: it exists merely in the mind which contemplates them</span></em></strong>.</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... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div></div>

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