No, not the act of dousing someone in flour (although I'm a pretty big fan of that too). I used to HATE stopping at roadside shops in little middle-of-nowhere towns with my parents while they browsed the seemingly endless shelves of rusty knick-knacks and piles of stuff that smelled like mothballs. But similar to brussels sprouts and lima beans, I've grown into a mature fondness for antiquing. This weekend's finds:
Kodak Duaflex IV camera, circa late 1940's (and the first piece of my newly started camera collection)
Blue tinted mason jars -- I bought two of these. Right now they're just sittin' pretty on my bedroom windowsills, but soon they will be filled with flowers.
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