why I play...

i grew up with parents

who love old

~~

and

because of them

i love the smoothness of old farmhouse tables

with initials carved in the sides

and

the tiny drawers of old spool cabinets

and

bubbled glass in old windows

and

anything

absolutely anything

that has layers and layers of peeling paint

that whisper tales about life

as they start to fall off

~~

i love old iron beds

that squeak

and

old grungy feed sacks with frayed edges

and

cracked dishes

that can only be admired

and

the

glass front cabinet that holds

the dishes my grandma used

without ever thinking

~even when were little~

that we could possibly break a favorite plate or glass

and

even if had

she wouldn't have cared

~~

so when some of my photos look unloved

which is how i often describe

new

i love them up with

a little bit of

old

*

granted

i loved this photo the moment i saw it

but

old and warm

just seems to fit me right now

as we wiggle our way out of winter

and

into spring

but

i wanted to share with you

the original

*

and

in case you were wondering

my parents are just as excited

as i am

for the outdoor flea market season to begin