My husband and I spent this past weekend in NYC. It was the opening of my would-be m.f.a. thesis show (had I not dropped out). I had been looking forward to this weekend and dreading it for weeks but as it turned out it was a fabulous weekend and all my nervousness had been for naught. To make things even more weird we stayed in my old apartment in Williamsburg. It felt great to be on familiar turf but a little sad at the same time.
The morning after the show we decided to wander around wburg and we stopped in at a little antique shop. As I l tried to make out the treasures through the thick layer of dust I happened on a funny little box. The box held dozens of old photographs- and they were FOR SALE!!! How odd! $2 for an old yellowed picture of a stranger.... Anne Taintor merchandise came to mind. I couldn't resist- I picked three photos out and the shop owner knocked a dollar off. Five bucks for some snapshots of a trip to bermuda in 1966. The old handwriting on the back of the photos reminds me of my grandmother.
I'm not exactly sure what I will do with these photos and I can't deny that I feel a little- wrong- for buying them.