Regrets

   

We all have regrets. Some are big, some small, and some just a little frivolous.  Every once in a while I come across a remarkable find for my vintage shop.  I get that thrill of finding a great piece at a great price.  I fall instantly and completely in love. I make it a rule to 'shop to sell'.  I may fall in love, but I refuse to commit.  I know these will be fleeting crushes that will be replaced by the next great find.  That is the nature of the relationship.  I am totally honest with my new loves, we know it will just be a passing fling.

Every now and then I get stuck on a guy object and I don't want to let go.  We connect on a deeply aesthetic level.  We spend time getting to know one another.  It poses for pictures.  We bond.  I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself. Then the day comes to post the pictures, name the price and put my object of affection up for sale. 

Here are two such examples of ones that got away.  I fell head-over-heels in love, but said good-bye when the price was met.  It sounds cold and a bit pimpish, but that was always the intention.  I have commitment issues in many areas of my life, housewares included.  

I will never find another 1950's incubation lamp, or  a pristine 1970's fondue pot, but the thrill of the hunt for the next great find makes the regret I feel after leaving the Post Office hurt a little less.