Good grief, I just saw a piece of my own discarded art ceramic in an Antique Shop. ECCCH. An Antique Shop. I know I'm growing older by the day but hey, an antique shop! And they had a lot of money on it - so this is a memo to myself...
Stop discarding your artwork.
This particular Antique Shop seems to have a few funny little coincidences for me. A friend gave me a candle holder years ago for a birthday present, and he could only afford to buy one. I wanted to buy another to match it for a table setting. I had never seen them anywhere, and then one night I had a dream that I was talking to my Aunty Harlein who passed away many years ago. In the dream, she told me that I could find it in the Antique Shop.
A few days later I was driving past the shop, and low and behold, it was in their window.
This Antique Shop would make a great film set, I imagine that you could disappear into another dimension in there. It's one of those places where you just wouldn't be surprised if a goblin jumped out in front of you.
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