Give Me Colour

I love strolling through antique stores; a habit I picked up from my mom.  I can spend hours looking at all the neat objects of the past.  Sometimes I see stuff that triggers memories.  I saw a copper pot exactly like one my mom has that she kept by the fireplace when I was little.  My mom kept pine cones in it and the one in the store had pine cones too.  A coincidence like that makes me start to wonder, why pine cones?  My mom thought they were pretty.  Did the former owner the the other copper pot think pine cones are pretty too?

Yesterday I was wandering through one of Louisville's very large antique stores and I got a little sad.  Antique stores are very bright and colourful because they are filled with colourful objects.  Items in antique stores have a lot of flare.  Clothes, furniture and kitchen ware from the past came in every colour you can think of (and some you didn't even know existed).  They have patterns, designs and a lot of flamboyance.  A soup tureen was once a giant colourful tomato.  A modern store is so dull in comparison.  Where did all our colour and flare go?  And who decided it should leave?  Why do we settle for khaki pants, clear vases and eggshell walls?  I want the zane and pop found in antique stores.  I want flare back in my life.