A Beautiful Sunday Morning in Postcards 4

We are stopping by an estate sale. The home is up on the side of the Point, and the charming steps and tall glass windows give a glimpse into another world. Few today can afford one of a kind, architect designed homes. This is one and it is filled with the bits of their many years of travels.

I get to these wonderful homes and wonder if they had children…so much is left. All the dishes, all the many pots and pans, the new ones in the kitchen and the worn ones in the garage. So much art still hangs on the walls.

We will stick our heads in today to see if anything we loved yesterday is still there at half price today. Descoware…The enamel pops off the bottom, but I still love those pots. The shattered silk framed piece. Would I hang it somewhere? That jewelry piece…would I wear it. The office chair…would George hate the wobbles.

It’s a lovely, sunny day out there. Maybe later, I can get him to give me a boat ride on the bay too.