They say admitting you have a problem is the first step toward healing, but somehow I don’t think the 12-step program will help me with my addiction. It has been going on for too long.
I can remember my mom coming into my room when I was a child and saying, “Adam, your room is junky! You need to do something about it!” But, in my eyes, the room was perfect. Why should I do something a bout it? Who was I to tamper with perfection?
Since my addiction was not snuffed out at a young age, it was allowed to blossom, growing like kudzu daily.
It only got worse when I turned 16 and got a job, a truck and a driver’s license. Then, I had money to spend and a way to haul my buys. It wasn’t unusual to hear when I got home, “What did you buy today? Or, “You are not bringing that in my house!” So, I learned a new trick- buy small and sneak it in.
Antique stores, flea markets, yard sales, junk stores, you name it, and I’ve probably been there. Even if I didn’t buy anything, it was always fun to look, and even more fun to learn about the items there for sale. If an item’s missing an electrical cord, kids today don’t know what it is. Furthermore, they probably don’t care w hat it is. If you can’t text with it or access Facebook on it, what good is it anyway, right?
I’ve always been the opposite. Even as a kid, I wanted to know what an item was, what it was used for and how much I could buy it for.
And what luck, when I found my lovely fiancee, I learned that she, too, had a love for antiques. Now, to clarify this, she loves antiques. On the other hand, she says what I buy is junk, not antiques. I prefer to think I’m after “junque,” some sort of mix between antiques and junk, but Kayla insists I’m after plain old junk.
We’re young, engaged and looking for our first house. That’s right. We do not have a house yet. However, despite not having a house of our own, we continue to buy “junque” on a regular basis, cluttering up our parents’ homes until we get a place of our own.
Every time I buy something now, Kayla asks, “Where is this going to go in our house?” My usual reply is, “My office.” (That is, assuming that we will have room in our home for an office.) Kayla’s usual rebuttal is, “You don’t even have an office yet and already you have no more room!”
It’s sad, but true. Together, we have enough stuff to fill two starter homes. Hopefully, Mike and Frank from “American Pickers” will miraculously show up at our pre-wedding yard sale and buy everything for exorbitant prices. Until then, though, we are making trails to walk around in our rooms.
Sadly, there’s a chance Kayla will buy more junk. There’s even a better chance that I w ill buy more. Especially since there’s going to be a one-of-a-kind yard sale at the Athenaeum. That’s right- the Athenaeum is having a yard sale.
No. They are not selling off furnishings. But, they are giving anyone who has re-enacting supplies, clothes, period relics, etc. the opportunity to come and sell their wares on the grounds in the first-ever “Antebellum Yard Sale” at the Athenaeum on Saturday, Sept. 24.
For more information, contact the Athenaeum at (931) 381-4822 and be sure to stop by. Who knows, you may be able to stop me or my darling from buying anything else!
In the picture above, the lovely Kayla is found looking through one of her favorite antique stores!
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