11 May 2011

Rhyme nor Reason: Wisdom

Sigh.  I did it again.  Yesterday I let my hopes fly way too high.... like brush-against-a-cloud high.... curse that eternal internal optimist!  I don't know what treasures I was expecting to unearth in the fields of the Brimfield Antique Mart but one hour in I knew it was time to re-evaluate the situation.  Yes, I did find some incredibly tempting pieces (like this Native American blanket circa 1920's) but the price tags were far less appealing (like four figures).

Which reminded me of a valuable lesson I learned years ago after a string of ho-hum dates: when faced with an unknown (like a first date or a flea market) it's best to lower your expectations and prepare for the worst experience ever.... that way (ta dah!) you'll never be disappointed.

This potentially life-altering morsel of wisdom has been brought to you by the sage minds of DoaWE.




6 comments:

Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello WE:
We are most interested to read that this post was brought to us by the 'sage mindS of DoaWE'. Sadly, we were only blessed with one mind each. No wonder we have difficulty keeping up with you, dear WE(s)?!!

W.E. said...

Dear Jane and Lance, I feel for you both and your one-mind-ness. Yes, here at DoaWE I am fortunate to have a talented crew of three of the most impressive minds I know: me, myself and I. Color me delusional.

Daniel-Halifax said...

oh shame! I can't make it till Saturday, and I'm way to excited. I know I'll be bitterly disappointed, but I can't help but be an abused wife about the matter.

Michael said...

Loving the color of the blanket. You'll find something when you least expect it.


Please tell me you didn't go with a boyfriend!

Hollywood forever, Kevin said...

I am so sorry to hear this. I was really excited for you. Get over to the chelsea flea market and have some fun.

W.E. said...

Dear DH, we eternal optimists must stick together...I wish you oodles of luck in the fields!

Dear BB, this photo doesn't do that blanket justice, the colors were delicious and, no, there was no boyfriend to fight with at Brimfield. Phew.

Dear Kevin of Hollywood, good advice! I'll hit Chelsea or any other flea market to get my fix....once an addict always an addict.