Shopping in a museum...

Today I had a date.

The best date I think I can honestly say I've had in a long time, because it was with one of the most handsome and sweet men in the world....of course I'm talking abut my daddy.

We went and sniffed around a fantastic estate auction that contained Visalia goodies, silver engraved treats, old Dodge trucks from the 20's, first edition books and reata's and paintings you would give your left foot for. I basically lusted after everything the entire time and papa went behind me wiping drool off flower carved saddles and the Dalton Gang's shotgun that were displayed.

I always say how disappointed I am that you cannot SHOP in a museum! Everything that I usually want is encased in glass at The Gilcrease, and most of the time I understand they frown on that sort of thing....

Today however I was able to finger the fringe on a reservation period Souix dress, gaze at a woven blanket covered in rolling logs and run my hands over an early pair of Visalia chaps....I was in heaven.

I realized that I am more at home among these things, these old and seemingly worn out things of the past than I am the things of today. I'm not sure if that is "good" or "bad". Right or wrong, whatever that may be-but I love it. And I wouldn't have it any other way. No matter what it is, being among history brings out songs, poems and a feeling of peace that I have never felt surrounded by modern gadgets.

Here is a little peek into what I saw...

Anyone feel like bidding on that silver squash blossom for me? Or the 21 Dodge converted pick-up?

xoxo

~Adrian