When I was a little girl, when all the other little girls wanted to be princesses with ponies, my desire was to be "eccentric." Perhaps I didn't know what eccentric meant, but I wanted to be that lady who had original art on the walls, book shelves filled with scads and scads of books, a baby grand in the corner covered with an exotic scarf, and souvineirs of my travels artfully arranged throughout. Philosophers, writers, artists and educators, poets, musicians, and dancers would have lively and thoughtful conversations at my delightful dinner parties.
W-e-l-l, things didn't quite work out that way and I'd say I'm more eclectic than eccentric. I suppose it's debatable though.
Anyone who knows me knows I love finding "diamonds among coal." I can see the potential in things. My quest for treasures and bargains seems to be never-ending. I delight in finding amazing bargains and discovering quality, classic items among things others pass by.
I love original art of all sorts and feel strongly about reusing, repurposing, and upcycling. Take me to a thrift store and I'm a happy gal. Give something an exciting "second life," and I'm thrilled.
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