There was an estate sale on our street today. Estate sales always make me feel a little funny. You're walking through a home, seeing and feeling the stories that surround and connect all the objects. Actually, that part I love. It's like a museum exhibit or an old photo...but it's a snapshot of a whole life. The part that's weird is watching shoppers rifle through it all and haggle. Anyway, I bought an old hand-crank egg beater and a pretty tray, and I'll add my own stories to them.