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We found a very, how shall I say? ….unique antique store last week.
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It was an old Victorian house with elaborate overgrown gardens and more stuff than I have ever seen crammed into one place at one time.
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Yes, even more than my husband has in our basement. And trust me, that’s saying something.
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It was a veritable jam packed maze with room after room of … stuff.
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Advertised as an antique store, it was also filled with arts, crafts and assorted holiday decorations.
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I’m hoping the hand was for Halloween.
I really am.
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We had a long conversation with the owner who astoundingly told us it only took him 10 years to fill the place. Honestly? It could take a person that long just to go through it.
He also reiterated what my husband heard at the flea market. No one is buying. Anything. Lots of dealers are calling it quits.
Proof positive there is such a thing as too much stuff.
We discovered he lives upstairs and he told us that area is just as heavily populated with his personal collections. The mind boggles.
As we were leaving my husband said that made sense because he thought he saw a naked man on the balcony when we walked in.
Whaaat!
How do you not lead with that observation?
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I would have bought something just because I felt bad for the owner.
Hopefully the naked guy was actually a Mannequin.
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He was gone when we left, so apparently not.
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Well, I am guessing the Salesman was there..or someone. It still would have been a Sale
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It reminds me of places near here in Branson. Us humans do like our “stuff”. Halloween hands or not. Lol. The naked man may be symbolic of getting rid of all that stuff!
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And I missed him!
Damn.
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Ha ha ha!!
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That’s a lot of stuff. Does someone actually dust that place? I mean, it looks pretty clean in the photos.
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It was clean, which is a miracle in itself.
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Well, for once the hubs caught sight of something you didn’t, lol. That is a lot of stuff, even for an antique shop.
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Too. Much. Stuff.
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Very claustrophobic! No naked men required.
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It was so tight in places my purse felt like a battering ram.
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Let’s hope that place never catches on fire, even with no one inside. Global warming — or at least, Maine warming — will go through the roof!
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Can you imagine the inventory sheet on that place?
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I agree with the part about taking ten years to go through it all. Because, if I go into one of these places I’d feel like I wouldn’t want to miss something really cool…like a hand.
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The hand was prominently displayed. As it should be..
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Like Elsa sings if it does not make you happy let it go. Yes even the naked man…
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But how would I know if he could make me happy? I didn’t see him!
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There is a house in St Charles with even MORE stuff in it than this,. You have to scoot sideways to get thru…
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It was so much you couldn’t even shop. Total overload…
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this stuff was SO dusty you couldn’t stay in the house for long. I’m sure mice were running rampant in there.
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I’m guessing you took the pic of the outside on the way out – thus missing the nude. Just think, if your timing was better we your loyal readers could have copped an eyeful. The shop was very pretty, if a little cramped. I could have been tempted on a few of the lamps/light fittings.
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Yes, it was an after photo. Damn it.
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I’m so glad I’m not a collector of anything, anymore. Anything? Well, maybe thoroughbred race horses. A new one appeared on Sunday. I didn’t collect it, it just popped right out of my old gray mare. Literally. As our trainer/midwife described it, she saw the mare lay down on CCTV, so she rushed out to the birthing stall (a two minute run), and by the time she got there the foal was lying in the straw, and mommy was standing there, looking proud of herself. A colt, after two daughters, and two granddaughters. Suddenly I have 6 horses: two broodmares, one runner, one in training to run next year, and now two 2022 foals. Life is going to get expensive!
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But we are tickl3d gray.
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I’m not sure I’d call those collectibles… but wonderful news all the same. Congrats!
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Thank you. But the colt is still extremely sensitive to his new environment. These first few days are always nail-biters. His brother only lived 29 days in 2014, looking wonderful for 28 days and suffering some kind of equine Sudden Infant Death Syndrome on his 29th night. He was our first foal, and it devastated us. Our fingers are crossed, but with horse babies one never knows.
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That’s so sad, I’m sorry. Sending positive energy this little guy grows up healthy and strong.
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It seems he needs it right now. Thank you
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Unfortunately CJ succumbed to an infection last night. The vet tried his best, but whatever bug it was took him down and though he fought like hell the bug won. He will be buried this afternoon, next to his older brother.
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So very sorry to hear this….
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It is part of nature. We just have to accept it, mourn, and move on. But it hurts. He was small, but he looked perfectly built. We thought he had a good chance of living. Nature can be cruel.
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I am laughing so hard at your husband and the naked man comment! That’s a knee slapper.
That place gives me chills. TOO.MUCH.CLUTTER.
But, I did notice all the uranium glass on the shelves in front of the window. 😳
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How do you not point out a naked human upon entry? How…
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Nudity should always be mentioned first.
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I’m guessing if it was a naked woman he’d have mentioned that right off the bat.
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No doubt!
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