Dianna's Vintage Story…

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When Amy asked me to write a little something about myself telling my “vintage story”, I have to admit my first thought was to hire it out(giggle)! Its really hard for me to explain how my love affair with vintage began because it’s always been there.  I can remember as a  little girl going to neighborhood garage sales looking for something special for my doll house that I had received from Santa himself.  It didn’t stop there.  Once I found something for the dollhouse, if it wasn’t exactly what I wanted I just painted it.  I didn’t realize it then but I guess I was ahead of my time.  If I redecorated  my childhood room once I did it 100 times using items from all over the house in unique and different ways.  Who new stackable milk crates had so many uses!  My childhood backyard had more concrete than grass because my daddy liked everything clean and easy.  He thought there was no reason anyone should have to walk in the grass to get to the shed 100 feet away. To him that concrete was all about easy maintenance to me it was the perfect foundation for my pretend “house” stretched from one end of our yard to the next.  It  wasn’t just a simple walkway it twisted and turned, engulfed a huge tree, and widened at the most perfect places.  The best part of all was the little bit of grass in the center. Made a perfect yard for my “pretend house”.  One summer afternoon guess who decided she had nothing better to do than to create a little house just for herself.  Nothing in the garage or the shed or the neighbors yard for that matter  was off limits!  Leaving no detail undone I created my version of the perfect decor.  To me that backyard was a blank canvas, to my parents, well….!! I’m sure for them it was exhausting living with me, come to think of it my sweet husband often says something very similar hmmmm!  To be fair, My house is never done, I’m constantly exchanging one treasure for another!  My husband has had only one request over the years when it comes to decorating our home, “could we please just go to Mathis Brothers and buy a matching set of something.” Poor guy, that will never happen. You can’t take the Vintage out of the girl. That’s what I say.

Anywho back to the story, at the last Vintage Market Days I had an aha moment.  One of my favorite songs was playing over the sound system,  Dream,  by Priscilla Ahn.  When I heard these words by Priscilla , I was reminded how full circle my life had come. “I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me. I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.”  Those words took me back.  Back to that little girl who loved creating vintage style but didn’t know that’s what it was called.  Thinking outside the box, finding beauty in something someone else didn’t want, making something old new again.

There I was right in the middle of Vintage Market Days people everywhere, wind sweeping down the plains, exhausted!!! But at that moment I forgot how crazy the wind was and how very exhausted I was.  I was reminded of that little girl back in her backyard playing “house” vintage style.  Only this time it wasn’t pretend it was real!  All those treasures made new again,all that concrete, the grass and those beautiful trees and……. that song, DREAM.  At that moment I had no doubt, Dreams really can come true! I was right where I was supposed to be. Loving all things vintage.

My vintage story is simple, it is just something I have always done, it is something I will always do, it’s a large part of who I am.

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