For the past week I have been helping my daughter pack her belongings for a move to another location. Of course the best weather is now upon us after a dreary spring and summer, and we are forced to slave away while watching other people enjoy the many activities a
She has a “good eye” and I didn’t realize how special some of her
Her own photography and paintings of tiki masks take up other wall space providing a peek at the artist she is. The dining table does not see food, but instead houses boxes and boxes of jewelry pieces, old clock parts and other broken bits and pieces that find new life in uniquely designed necklaces and earrings. For example, I am the proud owner of a formerly ordinary locket, antiqued and embellished with a clock face, crystals and a small honeybee which, in terms of jewelry, is a work of art. A side interest is vintage clothing, purses and shoes which fill closets and await a later sale at her store, Remote Luxury, on Etsy. Sadly, like many artists, her day job does not allow for much design time except in the evening, but she is ever hopeful that one day she will turn her hobby into a money making venture.
As I spent the past few days packing, and driving back and forth to a storage unit, passing dozens of garage sale signs on my way, I begin to realize how important these weekend events are to our culture. They are truly the best representation of that old saying, What is one man’s white elephant is another man’s prize. They also have their place in our economy as goods change hands, money is made, and customers leave satisfied. Some folks don’t want to bother with the sale part, but simply donate to charitable institutions like Good Will or Salvation Army. That works too, but somehow the sale on the street seems more exciting and unpredictable. You just have no idea what you will find. This is truly a great recycling adventure that was made in