A Vintage Shop

There's a vintage shop that I frequent quite often. Well, it's been less often lately. Crazy, but I have no idea what the name is. It's a little house off the highway and if you aren't looking for it, you'll miss it every time.

The outside can sometimes resemble a junk yard, the kind I like to meander around. You'll find galvanized buckets, rusty iron beds, chippy painted patio sets, farmhouse tables with probably more layers of lead paint than you or I'd care to know about, rusted tractor wheels, bobbed wire and pitch forks, more yard tools and farm equipment. 

Inside are the more refined treasures.

I'm seeing a reoccurrence of Shabby Chic, and I'm loving it. 

I'm going back this weekend in hopes to snag some of this vintage pink stuff, Pom-poms and scraps of vintage fabric.

And maybe this lamp???

Is this framed ad not just the cutest?!

I could not pay a fortune for this drawer but I can find my own and make it just as pretty for little or nothing. Yes, the wheels are turning.

Remember my pink phone? It was my friend's and I gave it back when I moved. She didn't say,"Ohhhhh, just keep it!" So I'm searching for a pink one like the white one in the ad. 

True story...A few weeks ago a friend of mine was in the hospital. Her granddaughter was there for a few hours when the phone (the land line) rang.  

My friend: "Answer the phone."

Granddaughter:  "I don't have the phone."

My friend: "That phone."

Granddaughter : "That's a phone?"

Yes, dear that would be a phone. And it's a new one, a push button. We'd definitely have to teach our grands how to dial a rotary phone. 

This bottom of a canning cupboard had great bones, more solid than anything you'd buy today. 

This is the end of today's tour.

More to Come.