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I’ve been on what you might call a bit of an antique shopping kick over the last few weeks.

Not the serious kind—the kind where you show up with measurements and a plan—but more of a jaunt. These trips have included my sister, my cousin, good friends, and most recently, my grandsons. And somewhere between wandering aisles and laughing over things we definitely didn’t need, I realized something:

Antique hunting is as unique to a person as their purse—or in the case of the men in my life, their wallet.

Some people move quickly, scanning booths like they’re on a mission, then circling back with purpose to the ones that caught their eye. Others never intend to buy a thing. They drift slowly, studying each piece like it belongs behind glass in a museum, imagining the homes these things once lived in.

And then there are people like me.

We’re not browsing—we’re searching. Not for something specific exactly, but for the thing that has quietly taken hold of our interest. Years ago, it was horsehair pottery for me. Lately, it’s Murano glass.

But my favorite antique shopper of all might be the one who stops mid-aisle and says, “What in the world is this?”—completely captivated by some strange little object and determined to figure out what it used to be.

And while I genuinely love these slow wanderings with the people I care about—watching my grandsons pick up some historic doodad like they’ve just uncovered treasure—I do think it may be time we establish a few ground rules.

Some antique laws, if you will.

Because I’m going to say it plainly: it was not humorous to me that someone tried to classify my early 80s Michael Jackson Thriller album as an antique.

Even after the slightly gut-wrenching realization that parts of my childhood now qualify as antiques, I can confidently recommend two new-to-me shops that are well worth the stop.

Angry Mama’s Antiques & Interiors is just one block off the Dahlonega square and packed with treasures—without any of that lingering dusty smell. And if you find yourself in Blairsville, Jody’s Antiques & Sweets is equally well-stocked, with the only scent being that of a warm candle melt.

And if, while you’re browsing, you happen to spot a blue-and-white, scallop-edged metal Holly Hobbie lunchbox from the mid-70s—I’d like it back.