It’s Black Friday! I’m not sure what that means for you, but for us it means it’s time to smash some pumpkins and decorate for Christmas whilst listening to every Christmas song known to man. (Especially those Chimpmunk ones…)
(And if you still have one or two more Thanksgivings to attend be sure to check out wednesday’s post for some outfit inspiration.)
But today I was hoping to break up all the Black Friday jargon and share a little something else:
A long time ago, before babies were in the picture or even a topic of discussion, Nick and I would often find ourselves navigating the tight and narrow passageways of antique and thrift stores alike. Often times (if not most of the time) leaving empty handed, but fully satisfied with our day’s work.
I think we both really enjoy the hunt, learning new stories and (of course) stumbling upon an otherwise forgotten treasure.
Somewhere along the way, between long hours at work, phone calls coordinating childcare, paying online bills, sanitizing breast pump parts, researching the best ways to introduce solid foods (this book was a God send by the way) and scouting minivans… well, the hunt and the story finding encounters grew farther and farther apart.
That was until two weekends ago, when I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d stepped foot into an antique shop. I choreographed a late morning day date for ourselves and we made it. Almost an hour behind schedule, we made it happen. ;)
We visited all the little shops on the square we once frequented often, but were sure to pay special attention to the little hidden gem we’d found all of those years ago. Ah! This little shop! It was just the ultimate place to find a hidden treasure… and at a steal! With bookshelves of trinkets stacked as high as possible, room after room, a winding upward staircase and a tiny old woman at the front of the store completely content to do her sudoku puzzles — one could spend hours there.
The funny thing was that (even though I did find a few wonderful small pieces to add to our home) the little shop wasn’t nearly the treasure haven we remembered it as.
But the time spent together was. Always is.
And so maybe that’s why the rose colored glasses always seem to come on. Because it’s not the trinkets or treasures themselves that we hold dear, but the hunt and the story revealed in our pursuit of them.
Hope all my U.S. friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving and to all my worldwide friends, here’s hoping you’re headed into the best weekend! :)
How do you manage to steal away time with your significant other? Or for yourself? I definitely need a few more tricks up my sleeve…
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