The week before Christmas, my mom, little sister and I went to Northampton, Mass for last minute gifts and antiquing. Northampton has a lot of beautiful antique shops down by where Bridge and Market St meet. My sister found a funny collection of cat stories, my mom bought an elegant fur coat, and I just waltzed around in a mink stole and silly hats and posed in front of old, embellished mirrors. I giggled at two eccentric ladies who argued and fussed and gossiped as they rummaged through their antiques. Sometimes I aspire to be an old, batty shopkeeper like them, spending my days surrounded by idyllic reminders of the past.