how bizarre

i've been on the hunt for the last few months to find myself a vintage french sofa with all the tufts and buttery softness one can imagine. i saw a list on craigslist announcing a "shouldn't be missed" estate sale in my neighborhood. i was so excited to dig through records, photos, knick-knacks and anything else that someone else might assume is utter clutter. most importantly i was searching for the aforementioned sofa!

my feelings once we arrived quickly changed from eeeeee! excited to ick :( sadness. i felt like i was walking through this couples home in slow motion. i watched people come and go out of their bedroom and hallway, in and out of there garage and kitchen. this was too sad to even make my sofa hunt enjoyable. is this what happens? we collect, organize family photos, find the best sequin dress for a special night out and it ends up being rummaged through by strangers? i couldn't help but think of the mr and mrs that were holed up in an assisted living home needing all their possessions sold so they could remain "taken care of".

i'm still on the hunt for that special something to sit perfectly under my living-room window, only now i wonder who will be the one to claim it when i depart after my 124yrs (that's the age i decided i would live till when i was about 7).

photos courtesy of the bella cottage

i suppose you are to enjoy all the beautiful things/people/places you can soak up and when it's time to pass these on to the next {person} you do so with a smile, knowing you had as much fun as you could of ever imagined!