Bright Lines
One of the really difficult things for many women, myself included, is to learn how to establish and enforce personal boundaries. This post isn't about that perplexing issue. It's about establishing another kind of boundary, a bright line of demarcation separating one thing from another. What I really need is help. Can someone please help me figure out the line that separates antiques from plain old junk? It seems to me that lots of really old things are still nothing but plain old junk, no matter what pretensions the shopkeeper has. But maybe I'm lacking discernment.