I sometimes feel like I’m intruding on ghosts when I enter a home that is liquidating its furnishings. From the bedroom to the basement exciting vintage pieces that were collected over a life time call out to me to save them from the shadows so that they may shine again. They want to be appreciated again and at the same time the memory of ghosts says “leave them.” But I won’t listen to them.
I see the great anchoring dynamic of the home crumble as I dismantle the memories of a lifetime. The ghosts are probably upset as these great pieces exit the home to live and shine again. And shine they will for another 50 years plus. And the ghosts; I release you, go to your rest.
