Growing up in New Jersey, my brothers and I would spend the day with my mom "shopping". We were not ashamed to stop at the side of the road when we spotted a treasure. We would take it home, clean it up and either paint it or not. We loved to repurpose items before it was the thing to do. My mom was always rearranging rooms. We would come home from school and everything would be moved around. Somehow, the house seemed like new. We were always excited by the changes that she created. She always decorated for the season. I also do that in my home. I change the look of my house for the season (changing doilies to blend in with the seasons colors) and always move things around so that everything seems like new. I still slow down when I see treasures on the side of the road. You never know what you will find.
My Grandpap, (my mom's dad) used to look for treasures in the dump after long days of working in the coal mine near Ginter, PA. He amassed a huge collection of bottles and had them in a shed on the property where he lived. I remember looking through the shed, with amazed child's eyes, at all the wonderful things he had found. I believe junkin' is in my blood! I'm not the only family member who loves to go pickin'.
I now sell my vintage items at Carriage House Antiques in Crystal Lake, IL so that I can go pickin' even more often. It's not just for me anymore! Even though I do keep things for myself still. I also sell on Ebay under milena2000 and off of my Instagram page . (My brother also sell on Ebay www.ebay.com/str/junkentreasures. Look him up on Instagram under junkentreasuresantiques).
I am passing on my love of treasure hunting to my two boys. I love to watch them negotiate a price at a flea market. That will come in handy someday when they are asking for a raise at their job. Most of all, I want them to have fun when hunting for treasures. Remember that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
I hope to see you on the pathtojunkentreasure. Happy treasure hunting!
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