The Classics

I am a lover of the classics. A classic is timeless. It is constant. It is wise. There is simply something magnetic about it. It has outlasted both time and trend. It is a deep cavern of societal and personal history. Its beauty never fades.

Behind the antique, are the qualities of a classic. Despite the many coats of paint it has worn; the many hands it has changed, or the many scuffs it has endured, it retains its unique and lavish detail.

I can recall the countless weekends of my childhood spent inside antique shops. The smell of cigars and aged potpourri still linger in my memory. I didnt understand my mother's fanscination with "old things", but each passing year brings greater appreciation for these little mementos of history. Symbols of a time when things were made to last; or simply for the joy of fine craftsmanship.

After a filling lunch at the Beach Hut Cafe on J and 24th, Tanya and I went on what I like to call an "antique boutique" adventure. When we stumbled upon Tina's One Stop Shop, I wasnt particularly impressed (although they did have an extensive collection of vintage issues of LIFE magazine). Just in time, however, I realized Tina's has a furniture gallery in the adjacent storefront.

I was so overwhelmed by the potential of each piece that I went back to today and bought four items. Im already envisioning their placement in my home once Ive refurbished them. Although, a classic needs very little improvement.

Im afraid Ive become a lover of antique furniture. But there should be no shame in it. I quote Valentino: "I love beauty, its not my fault".