TEXARKANA MAGAZINE
At an early age, when I stayed at my grandmother’s and great- grandmother’s homes, I had mental lists of everything I hoped to get from their houses one day when they (cough, cough) passed away. Call it crazy or insensitive, but I just adored all of their houses. One of my grandmothers saw my love for all of her funky stuff, and she let me have it all while she was alive. It made her happy to see me use it in my house, and I was thrilled to get it. Before I raided the family members’ homes, I started “junkin’” at an early age. I started frequenting The Pantry in downtown Texarkana in late middle school. This was a treasure trove and probably the origin of the COVID-19 virus (the dirty places have the best stuff). These were the days before everyone discovered chalk paint and painted over all the great wood that antiques have to offer. Thrift stores were busting at the seams back then without a lot of shoppers. What a time to be alive. By the time I went to college, I had collected enough treasures to fill a dorm room. I loved my eclectic, temporary home. Thankfully, my roommate loved it, too, and she joined in on my junkin’ hobby (not what most college kids were doing). We scoured my college town of Waco for more treasures, hitting all the antique stores Joanna Gaines features on Fixer Upper. And I was making the rounds before she was! I actually have memories of bumping into her in a few stores. Nothing calms me more than roaming around a thrift store or antique mall. It is my favorite hobby, but I am running out of room on my walls and in my spaces. I had a very vivid dream the other night about an antique booth I had taken ownership of. It was named Crimson and Clover (like the 70s song), and it was lined with antique wallpaper and filled with treasures. I have a clear vision. Creative types like me dream ideas in the night while we sleep. Hopefully, one day, I can make it a reality, and you will be able to shop for all the stuff I have found that I have no room for. I’m running out of nails, and after all, one gal’s trash is another gal’s treasure! Let me know if you’re ever looking for something in particular, and I can try to help you. Or I can introduce you to one of the many thrifting friends I have met along the way. There are so many of us in this town… an army. We must all have the same personality type. The older, quirkier, chippier, weirder…the better for us. It would be way too easy to just walk into a store and buy something. We like to live life on the wild side and complicate things. Just ask our husbands. Get out and go junkin’.
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LIFE & STYLE
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