Today Alexis, Mom, Chelsea (Lexi’s friend) and I all went to an antiques warehouse in Salt Lake City. The warehouse was monstrous. I found out that the owner has been collecting antiques for over 40 years now; the warehouse was evidence of that. There was so. Much. Stuff. He has been collecting things from all over the world, too. Most of his things seemed to consist of coming from all over Europe. I just couldn’t believe how many antiques he had. I also couldn’t believe how big some of the china cabinets and bookcases were. There was one cabinet that was, no joke, probably 15 feet tall and 10 feet wide. It was a beast. Quite literally too since it had a lion’s head on top…
In the very back of the warehouse he had a “50% off” section, but all that was was seriously just a hug pile of garbage. Broken chairs, tables, headboards, cabinets, metal racks, etc. all in a huge heap piled up to the ceiling (which is about 30 feet tall). Some oddities I found that were quite interesting were: a baby Eames chair (that was for a child, and the size was just too cute), a rather beautiful french provincial vanity, a rusty suit of armor, and an old grand piano from the early 1900s or possibly even late 1800’s. Overall, though, I did enjoy myself. But I decided that I never want to be an antique’s dealer since all it seems to be is working in a crowded store full of odd, old items that pile up and hoard the space.
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