Sometimes It’s a Bust…
It was a cold but beautiful Saturday morning at our small, local flea market. My eldest daughter came along with
For the love of old things and the joy of finding them new homes.
It was a cold but beautiful Saturday morning at our small, local flea market. My eldest daughter came along with
Vacations are lovely things, but eventually they end and Tuesday found me boarding a plane at 6:45 a.m. laden with
I am enjoying finding little things these days–smalls as they are known in the biz. Physically small, old, and generally
I love buying and selling things. But mostly I love hunting for them. It’s the adrenaline rush we all crave–spotting
I had been looking forward to Saturday’s local flea market since the last one a month ago! As flea markets
I woke up the other day (yeah…another day on this beautiful, crazy planet!) to find that three of my vintage