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I hunt for Pyrex, vintage Christmas decorations, vintage cookbooks, metal picnic boxes and milk glass to name a few.  I’ve also lost the passion for hunting for other things, such as silverware, mason jars or platters.  It changes.  It evolves.  Storage is always an issue. But the hunt is always brimming in me.  It keeps me ducking into antique shops, thrift stores and veering off into a random garage sale.  While there, I give a quick nod or acknowledgment to my fellow hunters.  We know who we are.  

It truly is a treasure hunt.  Sometimes there is treasure to be found and other times it’s like Geraldo Revera opening an empty box on national TV.  (Sorry if that was a random reference.  I think I just showed my age )

My last hunt took me several years to find success.  I wanted to find a decently priced 1920’s Campfire Marshmallows tin container.  I just had to have one.  I’d seen a number of darling influencers display them in Fourth of July centerpieces and I wanted one too.  Marie Kondo would be proud knowing it would “spark some serious joy” in me. I mean how hard could it be?!  It was just a simple marshmallow tin?  But darn it, it took me years.

At first, I couldn’t even find one.  It was like an illusive Christmas Pyrex bowl.  Then I started spotting a few here and there.  But, hot dog!  Talk about expensive.  I couldn’t talk myself into the spending that kind of money for that kind of pricing.

But finally, one day.  (Que appropriate music). There it was.  Perfect condition.  Bright colors.  In my price range.  I grabbed it and took my new baby home.  I couldn’t wait to proudly display it at my first opportunity.  When the time came, I took it out of my vintage closet and I am telling you my friends, my heart was full.

Until I realized I didn’t buy a vintage 1920’s Campfire Marshmallow tin.  I bought a replica 1920’s Campfire marshmallow tin.  I hadn’t even looked close when I grabbed that sucker off the shelf and ran with it.  Did I notice the words “replica” right on the can?  No.  Did I notice the barcode on the tin?  Again no. Go ahead and laugh.  I deserve it.   

Now you might ask, am I upset or disappointed?  Yes and no.  I still love my centerpiece.  I still love how it looks, real or not.  It still sparks joy.  But darn it.  After spending years on the hunt, I could have just purchased one online for gracious sakes!  I still want to find a real one.  Preferably not one over $100 – please and thank you.  But I still want to find one in the wild. 

So the hunt continues.  No complaints here.