oneday.

i will have

a website like this.
prices like this.
a business like this.
a uniqueness like this.

and the quality of it all.


i promise.

antique stories.

 real in the flesh-- flapper shoes, obviously i'm obsessed.

a mirror similar to this for my bedroom? 

printed in 1927.

a glorified D.I. but for only the real stuff.

 i like the above word.

 candy to my eyes. this kind of stuff is priceless, literally. you can't pay any amount of money to make something be 100 years old.

found this work of art right before we left, and we coudln't help but buy it. the lace and bead work is breathtaking.

i wish this dress could tell me it's story. 
i wish all antiques could tell me where they've been and what they've been through.
i wish barely standing, old buildings could tell me what they've seen.
and i wish i could hear the stories that my great grandma, adriana, could tell.
she was born in the year 1900, and died in the year 2001.
she grew up along with the world, along with america.
she made the voyage across the atlantic, from the netherlands to america, 
when she was just 16 years old. 
at least i knew her during the early years of my life. 
i can't wait to meet her again. and then we can chat for eternity.

(starting with the baby and going counter-clockwise)

Nicole Tucker, me.

Lisa Johansen Tucker, mother.

Ruth Aldous Johansen, grandmother.

Adriana Janse Aldous, great-grandmother.

photo taken in 1995

the driveway.

where the cool kids hang out.

so i guess that makes us cool.

right now,

is a defining point.

which direction will you go?

[insert title here]

i stand in a playground abundant with tykes.

i guess i better take a seat

and enjoy the view awhile

because i still have some time here.

and when it's gone,

i won't be able to get it back.

 

we've been playing hide-n-seek

i am still hiding.

because for some reason

(that i'm not quite sure of myself)

i don't care to come out.

 

i claimed to hate it out there,

that may not be so true any more

but it still has some accuracy.

due to many, many things.

just the whole load.

it's almost as if i should write something similar to this

that feeling is partly why this game is still going on

if at all, not specifics, just in general.

if you are not sure what these words mean

join the club, neither do i.

if you think you might have a clue

stop, because you're probably off.

i probably just needed time to recoup
and figure out some things

so lets push it aside, no comments or questions,
and continue to play
for now

calculus.

this + this = this.

St. Matthew 25:34-40

or in other words

mosiah 2:17