I was raised with the Jetson’s, Star Trek, The Avengers and The Prisoner. I studied at the Art Institute of Chicago. I know modern. I know sleek. I know Mies Van Der Rohe when I see it. I love Frank Lloyd Wright’s sleek lines. I inherited old furniture and miscellany from the 1920’s. Dark carved woods, cut crystal vessels, silverware. The things that said you were a person of worth. That you had grown up, become somebody. I have kept these things for years. Now, I cannot give them away. I cannot use them all, I don’t need them all. I am de-cluttering my life. Funny thing is, the value of my valuables is so diminished that the people who know antiques have suggested that I give them to the thrift shop. They tell me that people now want clean lines, bright finishes, modern geometric shapes. They tell me that I should go to IKEA to understand the trend. Thanks IKEA for making my life’s collection irrelevant.
Seems that I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth, it was silver plate. My antiques are genuinely antique, but when they were purchased they did not come from Marshall Fields or Tiffany’s, they came from Sears or Woolworth’s.