I needed today. A day with my curious kid.
Curious, myself, and my 4 wheels.
On a spontaneous antique hunting road trip.
No plan, random stops, several treats
and very intellectual conversation
like much we love Pop Rocks
and why they crackle.
Which I couldn't answer.
Here he is drooling over antique coins:
I was busy drooling over a $1500 Victorian mourning shadow box filled with an artistic preservation of human hair. It was so fascinating I couldn't get away from it.
I also couldn't get away from my strange obsession with trying to find vintage marionette puppets. Something I've been looking for since I saw some "dancing" in a perfectly decorated restaurant.
I need them for my studio.
Like I needed that weird looking plush cat with weird looking plush eyeballs. Like something from a plush circus freak show. A force took over and I purchased this lonely weird plush doll.
Maybe it's because sometimes I feel lonely and weird.
"Mom! Come! On! I gotta show you this coin!"
This snaps me out of my looking-for-marionette-puppet-hyperfocus.
Even though I'm not passionate about coins, I appreciate and understand his excitement. I enjoy sharing this with him.
He came home treasuring his new (old) coins.
I came home treasuring the time we spent together.
That kid rocks.
Rocks more than a colossal mountain of Pop Rocks.
