It was my Mother who first introduced me to antiquing. It was at her side that I learned the love of fine things. I was the tender age of 12 when she opened her antique shop in our quaint little downtown.
She spent many weekends after that looking for beautiful items to sell. I was her constant companion on those outings. We rose before dawn to treasure hunt, driving off to faraway flea markets. If there were no flea markets to go to, we would go to tag sales in our city and surrounding areas. I didn’t always appreciate these outings and would sometimes dread our antiquing weekends, but being with my Mom made up for those crazy early mornings.
My mother is a strong woman, she's had to be. She's had many people in life let her down. And while most people might lose hope, she is still a dreamer.
Happy Mother's Day to you beautiful Mother of my heart.
And a very Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms. You give us the greatest hope for the future.