Been away this weekend...Nasvhille, TN.  For me, it's not about the music, it's about my music...my song...my precious children who have chosen to make their home there and our new baby.  Oh how I miss them!  But that's a story that I'll share when my head catches up with my heart.

A weekend away from my little shop and I've seen the facebook posts about how busy they've been and I must confess, I'm a litte...uh...jealous?....yeah, that's it, there I've said it!  Jealous that they could do so well without me. Huh!  No, really, it's good to get away and regroup, junk alittle and come back with new ideas and new material to create with.  Hey, my daughter even shared some of her ideas with me.  I'll show you later.

I just realized, I don't think I've even given you a glimpse of Cornerstone Treasures. 



Opening House, November 12, 2011.  That's me on the front row in the pink sweater! This has been my life-long dream!  I am loving it!

Cornerstone is only a few months old, but has been in the making for several years now.  My friends and I have been renting booths here and there in little junk shops and flea markets around the area.  I've made quite a hobby of it for some time now.  It has been my dream to have my own place.  I don't actually own Cornerstone, but I sure have invested lots of time, energy and my husband would say...too much money.  Well, he doesn't complain when the check comes in at the end of the month!

The building was built before the turn of the century when the town was a bustling, little railroad community.  We are searching the records to find out exactly what was there first.  We've been told that it was a hotel, a masonic lodge, a hardware store, and a restaurant.  To be honest, I think it was all of the above...think the hotel was first!  Some would disagree...like the owners of the hardware store who still reside in the town.



This is a drawing by a local artist of the Old Cafe and Train Depot. 

Olive brings us such great items!  I have another vintage girl friend who just couldn't resist this purse.

I remember the old building, but I most remember the drug store/soda fountain bar stools.  I always ordered an ice cream float.  That was when I was too small to climb up on the stools and daddy had to pick me up so that I could order.  I was too young to ride my bike to town.  That came later and even then I wasn't allowed to cross the railroad tracks.  I could only visit Hartley's 5 and 10 because it was on this side of the tracks.  I always got "penny" candy which meant getting 10 pieces of candy for a penny.  Those were the days, my friend. 

We are having a ball!

Drop by on your way out!  Happy Blogging, Happy Junking, Happy Hunting!