BODY WATCH : Flowers? Nah--She’ll Take Junk, and Loads of It

For the perfect way to spend a day, give me a flea market. Or a secondhand shop where the proprietor apologizes, “I haven’t been able to get into the back room in 20 years.” In short, give me junk. Great, old, interesting junk in interesting places: attics that haven’t been cleaned since Herbert Hoover was President, barns filled with discarded furniture. Forget candy and flowers--the way to my heart is via the nearest auction house.

--ANNE S. HRABKO, Westchester