Thursday, November 19, 2009
Once inside, I could see that there were at least ten cats in the big ole-timey kitchen. But when we walked into her parlor, my eyes couldn’t help but race around the room, not from cat to cat, but from one piece of incredible old glass, porcelain or other type antique to the next. This ole gal HAD some stuff, and even though I was still in High School, I recognized great antiques when I saw them. I’d been a collector since first grade.
