It’s vintage, not junk Tara R. on May 31, 2013 Might need it some time Can’t throw anything away Could be worth money Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL Like this:Like Loading... Category: Haiku, Photography, Poems Tag: hoarding, junk, vintage Post navigation Previous: Previous post: Finally homeNext: Next post: That talk Share with friends...Click to email (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 12 Comments troy P. May 31, 2013 at 9:47 pm Could be… LikeLike Reply Tara R. May 31, 2013 at 6:06 pm My husband is a pack rat. If it were up to me, I’d do an annual purge and have a thorough “Throw Junk Out” day. LikeLike Reply Aleta May 31, 2013 at 5:54 pm Looks like a treasure hunt time! LikeLike Reply Tara R. May 31, 2013 at 6:05 pm The sign on the front of the store, says “Antiques.” I think that is a very generous description. LikeLike Reply Karen, Something Written May 31, 2013 at 10:43 am I like the little path through the vintage junk! LikeLike Reply Tara R. May 31, 2013 at 6:07 pm The walls of junk were a little too teetering for my liking. I felt like if I sneezed, it would all come tumbling down. LikeLike Reply Ally Bean May 31, 2013 at 9:04 am That photo makes me nervous! Oh man, I wouldn’t want to walk around down there. Too much not junk for me! LikeLike Reply Tara R. May 31, 2013 at 6:09 pm I should have also posted a photo of the store’s front window… where the old coffin was displayed. LikeLike Reply Kir Piccini May 31, 2013 at 8:53 am have you been hanging out with mom? this reminds of me of several basements that *may* belong to family members of mine. (ahem) 🙂 LikeLike Reply Tara R. May 31, 2013 at 6:10 pm I’m afraid to look in our attic, it probably looks too much like this too. LikeLike Reply SAM May 31, 2013 at 8:45 am Yes, yes. I know EXACTLY what you mean! LikeLike Reply Tara R. May 31, 2013 at 6:10 pm Too much clutter makes me twitchy. Doesn’t help that both my son and husband are ‘collectors.’ LikeLike Reply Join the discussion... Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.