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, the joy of finding them new homes and my vintage life.
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
On Friday I had lunch (a luscious Afghan lamb stew) with a former boss and co-worker and what a treat
Yesterday was one of those blasted hot days when it zips up into the mid-90s. Thankfully, even without air conditioning,
As I started writing this post the song “Turn, Turn, Turn” by The Byrds ran through my head. Remember that
I told my husband I was only going to buy “the best of the best” on Saturday at the flea