A round milk-glass shade, probably from the thirties.
A smallish hamper basket.
The perfect curvy-topped mirror.
This is what women used to do, a century ago: hope chesting. Squirreling things away for a future life they were dreaming of.
If would take a darn big chest to fit all my goodies, so I've designated a corner, instead. This is the time of year when I start to get into antiquing again. Autumn stirs my hoarding instincts. When I'm not busy stocking the freezer or pantry for winter, I'm feathering the nest with treasures. This year, it's treasures for the new house.
Wishes, hopes, and dreams. To soon to be real, they're already taking shape in my head.
This is a wonderful season of life to be living.