I heard from a friend, who is downsizing her home in preparation for a move to a retirement complex, that the antiques we have been cherishing all our lives are no longer in demand!
This astonishes me.
What happens to the next generation? Will they no longer want the puddled-softness of hand-stitched quilts, the dry-sinks glowing with late 19th century oak, the fragile china passed down from grandparents' dinner tables?
I don't understand.
For me, the excitement of a room's décor, is the blend of the most recent technology and the past's memories in whatever dimension.
Are we just shedding, shedding, shedding and not replacing with anything that doesn't require a password?
I think of the hours of visible work that went into the things I cherish most and sigh for our cyber world.
