Justin's stunning deeds at Chartreuse, the January photo of my calendar
Those of you who shop estate sales know the thrill of finding bountiful ephemera from a bygone era. What's in this decrepit box? A 19th-century farm ledger with beautiful handwriting? Civil War era tintype family photos? Love letters from the old world?
Nah, I wasn't that lucky.
Mainly because it wasn't an estate sale; it was the recent PURGE of my parents' move to be closer to me and my sister.
But I'm not talking about the really cool stuff from the turn of the century: I'm talking about MY LIFE. Occasionally, I thank my lucky stars that my mom kept everything. Guess that's a perk of being first-born.
I discovered boxes of old photos, meticulously filed under "Susan" and sub-categorized under "play", "travel", "birthdays", "cousins", "pets", etc. I'm set for more #throwbackthursdays than you can possibly imagine—guaranteed to make you laugh and to keep me humble.
There were even envelopes of my HAIR from my earliest haircuts ("bangs, 1963").
Best of all, OLD REPORT CARDS. I have a special place in my heart for them, mainly because they are unflailing and smugly good. But also because in my early school career, I consistently got the dreaded "U" (for Unsatisfactory) and the now-proudly-treasured "disruptive", "incites others", and "talks too much in class". That's the post I REALLY wanted to write, but I haven't unearthed most of them. Yet.
P.S. Don't forget that my new 2015 Dreaming of Junking calendars are in stock in my etsy shop! Gorgeous photos of the junk we love, with dates of all the vintage shows we love. Start planning your junking roadtrips EARLY!