My fondest memory of this place was going with my family one weekend. We would rummage through the old comic books, look at old photo albums and ensure we tried on every single hat we came across. Jacob and I love places like these, 'junk shops' we call them, the kinds of places where you can genuinely get lost.
I felt quite anxious when Jacob and I recently went to GB Antiques, yet my time there seemed to calm me more than I thought it would. There is something quite comforting about going, possibly the flashbacks of memories or getting lost in the amount of items there are on sale.
You come across books, old photo albums, post cards, books, clothes, furniture, comic books, Christmas decorations, toys, pianos, books, rugs, chairs, records, kitchenware and did I mention books? Yeah, there are a lot of books.
All people who blog know some photos are staged, especially the ones where you ask people to stand in a certain place or perhaps rummage through items pretending to act natural... Well, that's what I did. As Jacob began to 'naturally' rummage through the old records, he came across Meatloaf, Bat Out Of Hell.
I am guilty to knowing all the words to this song because my Pops and I were super fans. On this particular record, it includes the song my Pops would dedicate to my Mother, the song we used to blast out in the car and most importantly, the song he had played at his funeral, so this held a special place in my heart. This now belongs to me and I hope to frame this at some point in my life.
Trudging through all the junk can sometimes bring peace and happiness.