Trash or Treasure?

When I go to a yard sale or a flea market that old saying comes into mind, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” Truer words were never spoken as I walk the rows of a large flea market. Sometimes there are piles of things I would not ever want or be attracted to, and once in a while I find myself drawn to tidbits of the past lives of previous owners’ well loved items. The fun is all in the hunt of course, but then it can be overwhelming at the same time. Hundreds of vendors, some taking great care in display, while others pile stuff about in a hap hazard fashion not seeming to care if this pile of dusty stuff finds a new habitat. I look around my place and wonder if sometime in the future someone would find rummaging through my debris a delightful curiosity or just shovel it into the nearest landfill. As a maker of things, I respect the stuff of life that

stuffs my life, but I’m not sure if I want to have too much more of it popping out of every nook and cranny of my space. But then again………I might miss out on that perfect treasure.