Growing up, my grandfather had an antique store. He still has it now and he is in his nineties! I would spend lots of time helping him. One of the best parts (let me tell you there were lots of great parts) was displaying the antiques in the windows. I would search the store for items that went together. It's almost like making treasuries on Etsy, except I got to feel each piece. Many times, people would come in with things to sell. Sometimes it was sad seeing them sell something that was a family heirloom. I think that this experience contributed to my love for things thrifted. Many times I can get lost thinking about the life an item had before it ended up in my hands.