Walking into this shop, or any shop for that matter, begins with a forewarning to the children:
"under no circumstance are you allowed to touch any item. That means no "just looking" with your hands, no "just seeing what happens if I breathe on it", no "she made me" or "he made me" do-its, and especially, no "mom, mom....MOM, what is this?" moments where you actually pick up the item just to show me what you are talking about!"I know it is wasted words as the lure of shiny objects and fragile memories of years gone by reach out to them, enticing them to touch "just a little" and I can't say as if I blame them. I find my own hands wanting to feel the past, to bend around something that has more history and a story to tell than myself. We manage, with me leading them, as Mother Hens do, to make our way through the tangled pathways of well balanced displays.
This particular shop is a mix of old furnishings, some with elaborate details and carvings, mixed in with newer items and reproductions. We are window shopping, with nothing particular in mind and without intention to purchase, so I am hoping the whole while that the "you break, you buy" policy will not be enforced before our visit ends. We round the first corner, and I spy several items that pique my curiosity, but nothing that stops me in my tracks. I fear this may be what I term a "dud" store, where everything is interesting to look at, but where nothing begs for attention.
It was a great lesson for the children as they had never seen such items before and they couldn't wait to get home to express their excitement to their dad, who was unable to accompany us on our little adventure. So, even after all that bribing to get them to go, they actually had fun--imagine that!!