…for the love of old things
My husband had off work yesterday and was hankering to go to the beach. And as the air quality in our city was rated “very unhealthy” (due to the California fires), we thought it might be clearer by the ocean so we headed off to Half Moon Bay. Well the air was better, but only…
Fall is my favorite time of year. I love pulling out our warmer afghans, lighting candles in the early evening darkness and making heartier meals. And I feel an extra sense of gratitude for our little house as the weather cools and the nights lengthen. Perhaps this is why I’ve been particularly saddened by all those…
As I flew into San Francisco airport on Monday, the plane did a pass over the city and I felt my heart catch a little. This was once my home. I lived there for several years in the 1980s as a twenty-something. It was an exciting time. My first real job out of college. My…
I’m on a mini-vacay visiting my youngest in Bellingham (WA) and, of course, I had to do a little antiquing while here. I didn’t spend a lot of time in any store as I didn’t want to bore my daughter to tears, but I did find a few things I’m pleased with. No home runs…
First, let me say I do love pretty things. Both my store and home have items of conventional beauty and classic design. But I am also drawn like a moth to a flame to handmade things that are primitive, homely and even weird. They intrigue me. My only criteria, they have to be HONEST. I see…
In the picking world, basements can offer up a treasure trove of forgotten goodies. Sometimes a little worse for wear with mold or insect/rodent damage, but still worth a look. (I certainly was happy when I found this little handmade 1970s ceramic vase in a basement whilst on vacation.) Sadly I rarely get to root…
