I love visiting old, cluttered antique shops. I love rummaging through the mess and spotting something that sparks an old memory. I think, Oh I remember seeing something like that in my grandma's basement. And then for a minute, I can reminisce over that thought.
Sometimes the feeling is so overwhelming, I just have to buy whatever it is I see. When we lived in North Carolina, I found this doll and I couldn't believe it! It was just like one that my mother had as a little girl. I remember because I played with her too. Her name was Hilda. I bought the doll, took pictures, and e-mailed them to my mom. A short time later, she sent me her doll Hilda because she thought they should be together. I know nothing about the two dolls except they are identical down to the hand stitched lace on their bonnets, and their hair is a different color. They now sit together on my shelf, thankful to have found each other again after all these years.
Left: Hilda, Right: Hilda's twin
Only a few short days ago, in Sleepy Hollow, NY, I discovered another remarkable find. I immediately recognized her long, flowing skirt. My mother had given me her old figurine just this last Christmas. She now sits on a glass shelf in my hallway. I picked up her win at the antique store and brought her home. On the bottom of each girl's skirt are the hand-etched words, "Josef Originals." It makes me think that maybe there are more out there. At least these two have each other now.
Left: My mother's figurine, Right: Her twin
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
Mmm, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together