That Crazy thing called Love.

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Flowers bloomed in her mind whenever she thought of going to an antique market and her eyes went glossy like that look one gets when they are falling in love.

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Nothing matters when you love what you are doing. It doesn’t matter if you have to wake at the crack of dawn. It doesn’t matter if it is raining, cold, or dark outside. It doesn’t even matter if the hot chocolate you usually drink at your favorite cafe at the flea market changes and tastes bad. When you love what you are doing you do it gladly without counting anything as negative. Yes, when you love what you are doing nothing matters love is crazy like that.

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It doesn’t matter if you get lost, or go to the wrong address, or find the shop closed once you get there. No nothing matters, you know that such things comes with the territory. Yes, there will be days where nothing goes right… Where the other person gets the best deal, finds the one of a kind, or buys the same thing as you bought but for a better price, and you realize that the one you have is a copy… Yeah there are days that hit you on the head and still your heart will sing heaven!

Love does that.

Photos: Out and about on a cold Sunday morning.



Comments

36 responses to “That Crazy thing called Love.”

  1. Gail Sullivan

    Dear Corey,
    I love how you enjoy what you are doing no matter what it is. I love how you are spontaneous. I love your enthusiasm for life. I know you are coming up on 20 years of marriage with FH. What a wonderful road you have journeyed together.
    xoxo
    Gail

  2. I am assuming here that you are talking about going out to shop for antiques or flea market finds. It has to be warm and sunny for me to get out and do that.

  3. It was cold on sunday morning. There was a vide grenier in my town, but when I got up it was -5°C…too cold for me 🙂

  4. It doesn’t get any better,than to be doing the thing that you most love to do. Enjoy!

  5. Corey, my dear flea-market sister…I agree whole-heartedly!!! ((hugs))

  6. I hope your monday will be better..And you will be back in our south of France ..Can’t wait to see you to tell me all the stories about ” méchant” paris flea market ..

  7. I love you my darling friend.
    Love Love Love is all you need.
    God bless you today and everyday
    Love Jeanne

  8. I call it ‘The Thrill Of The Hunt’. Label it any way you want I LOVE it!!!
    I can envision us in the future with a snazzy chrome walker or souped-up wheelchair travelling the isles begging forgiveness if anyone gets in our way. Susan

  9. From one flea marketer to another…you said it perfectly my dear.

  10. Ah, the thrill of the hunt! It is exciting to spy a bargain or three, isn’t it?

  11. Oh yes! Nothing matters when it comes to hunting for treasures. Your photo of the woman and flowers is beautiful, and also the German link. I tried to leave a comment but couldn’t figure it out.

  12. “Love does that.” Exactly. The art of subtraction. We only have eyes for that which makes our heart beat faster.
    Again, thank you, Corey….
    May yours beat with His today…

  13. Isn’t it so funny how doing something we love whether big or small makes us so happy? Love takes us down some of the most interesting paths.

  14. Find our “bliss” (thank you, Joseph Campbell) and do it–that’s it! Corey, your posts help me each morning to start my day in a positive way.

  15. I know that look! I get it frequently! I adore a flea market jaunt on a rainy Monday, I always get my best bargins then. It must be love as I find the weather undaunting and the emptiness of my favortie haunts not a bit lonely. Lovely post.
    Blessings,
    Miss Sandy

  16. oh yes…love gives our eyes and our hearts the gift of seeing the good in everything.
    you always put exactly what my heart feels into words.
    you are such a gift,Corey.
    xoC

  17. Corey: You are so amazing! I just love seeing the world through your eyes. You teach me so much. I LOVE your attitude.

  18. It is indeed wonderful to find something you love to do and then loose yourself in it…for me it is creating my art.

  19. Oh, I know this kind of love and I am that glassy eyed woman in the print, my head so full of blooms…….I woke up this morning dreaming of shopping in Paris, really I even
    told Mr. Pinkie about it! Corey I don’t know
    how to explain it but you make magic with your
    words! And I love being touch by them even the
    little sprinkles of dust……Love you and miss you, have a wonderful holiday with your
    beautiful family our thoughts are with you Pinkie Denise

  20. That was me yesterday Corey.
    It is love!!
    Rosemary

  21. Ah Love! It is a gift to be able to do what you love. You have taken your gift and multiplied it many times over… good for you!

  22. Oh, I love the Old Stuff Shop! I can only imagine what treasures you find. To shop in Paris has to be the best : ) You must know I am drooling & daydreaming here

  23. Bossy can smell the crispy streets.

  24. I wholeheartedly agree. And what lovely pictures – I especially love the first one.
    Sarah

  25. Looks like a fun shopping trip even if there was nothing to purchase, and the hot chocolate perfect for cold sunday mornings I like to dunk brioche in mine. But I’m not THat French because I also like marshmallows floating on the top, now that is a delight for a Sunday morning, hot chocolate, warm brioche and melted marshmallows!

  26. That is such a lovely portrait of a lady, do you know that artist and if its a pastel?
    ————-Hi M
    It is an image from an old magazine. It probably is a pastel in real, but mine is a copy. I added vintage ribbon buttons to it.

  27. There are benefits to being a lazy blogger.
    I get to read 30 of your posts in one hit.
    And when I see you in a big block like that, I realize all the more, what a beautiful soul you are.
    Now, Australians aren’t given to effusiveness, so that is not simply a platitude – it is heartfelt.
    You’re fun, thoughtful, sweet and kind.
    You live your life wholly.
    Do you ever get depressed?
    Do you ever despair?

  28. that is so true, but sometimes you love TOO many things and can’t decide to concentrate on which? and you end up just loving about the things you want to do but end up doing nothing…That’s me and I want to change that!

  29. I know exactly what you mean, I am also in love with flea markets and all the special finds I get there. It’s so nice to be in love. This is the first time I’ve visited your blog, it is so nice. I like it. No, I love it.

  30. Corey – this is so true! When you’re doing what you love it doesn’t matter if the kitten wakes you up at 3:00 am. 🙂 Marva

  31. I really do know just how you feel! Beautiful post!

  32. Oui oui! So, so true…

  33. Mmmmm…I love this post! “Flowers bloomed in her mind…” just gorgeous. And yes, you’re right, when we’re living our joy that is love – that is loving ourselves.
    Sending you peace & love, xx, JP/deb

  34. So very very true! What a gift, to love what you do… I am so happy to hear that flowers bloom in your mind!

  35. Fantastic links you shared- even better when you’re in love!
    D.

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