Inanimate Objects Full of Life

While in Buenos Aires I launched a very small vintage leather goods company called Vintage (Ad)ventures. The idea was really born from the reality that I couldn't keep myself out of the San Telmo markets, nor could I justify leaving behind a single one of those gorgeous, expertly crafted weekend bags, clutches or handbags from the 50s, 60s and 70s. So they came home with me to my apartment on Billinghurst and eventually back to the States. I have held on to some but most have ended up on the arms of others. It's really silly how emotionally taxing it was to say good-bye to some of them, but it makes sense. They're more than objects, they are symbols, holding my memories and charting my journey through Argentina.

This morning, my friend sent me a picture of herself in the Charles de Gaulle airport sporting two of my bags - the baby blue bowler down by her feet and the tongue-in-cheek mini up on the table. My heart soared, knowing that it was the right thing to let them go. They're off accompanying another dreamer in her pursuit of life and love, continuing the adventure and logging the sights and smells and feelings along the way. Inanimate objects full of life, kind of like the little gnome in the movie Amelie. I love that thought.

Thank you for sharing, Garet! Happy Birthday!