beauty that moves

a feast for the eyes, a new apron, and the most beautiful ceiling ever

 

 

 

On the way to a late afternoon paddle yesterday, we stopped at Woodstock Antiques in Northeastern Connecticut. I've been meaning to pay a visit for ages, not that I need to bring anything home right now; but it's all so easy on the eyes... and who can resist a little stroll through a great vintage shop? 

I knew local gal and friend Linden had space there (she also has a wonderful Etsy shop), so we were on the look out for her little corner.

This detail, a message celebrating the beautiful things, told me I had found her booth. Such care Linden puts into her vintage shop. 

How lovely to have this light filled spot right next to the door. (I really wanted that enamel pitcher!)

Of course, a little something had to come home with us, we are thrifters after all. Emily (shown here standing in Linden's booth) found herself a new apron. Surely our collection can use one more, yes?

We had fun poking around, looking at the pretty things. Then, Adam told me to look up...

 

 

Oh my. Crazy as it seems, I thought of you. I began taking these pictures... for you! It's not everyday in my life that people understand the beauty of a bunch of old doors making up the world's most beautiful ceiling, but I knew you would see it.

My goodness that is a pretty ceiling.

Eventually we made our way to the lake, just in time for the golden late day sun.

It was glorious.

But how about that ceiling...?

junk or treasure?

Sometimes bulky waste week is nothing but piles of 80's couches and old broken black lacquer furniture on the side of the road.

Sometimes, though...

Sometimes...

Well, maybe just one time...

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Papa gets a brand new grill! Last night, I could hear him through the window, down by the garage admiring his found treasure. The words "major award" were uttered more than once... and we've officially welcomed the Silver Mamba into our family.

I have no idea where we'll put this thing.

(The picture doesn't do much for the scale of The Mamba - she's about six feet wide. That's a lot of corn on the cob!)

my mom went to lancaster...

... and she brought us back a table full of gorgeous WOOL sweaters!

(Apparently, the thrifting is pretty good down there... thanks Mom!)

treasure hunting has been fruitful lately

I'm certain the only difficult part of being a vintage shop owner is deciding which of the found treasures must stay right here and which ones I can possibly part ways with.  My days are filled with big, important professional decisions like that.

I must run now, there is a great deal of washing, polishing and photographing to do. Many of these goodies will find their way to the shop throughout the week. I'll always have the photos, right?

the first of many

Is it too soon to be collecting furniture for the Vermont house? Some changes are needed in the furnishings department for us as we make this move. The house isn't too much smaller than our current home, and actually, it has more rooms, or spaces. The rooms are indeed smaller though, to avoid feeling cramped I think we will need to swap a few things.

In reality, we only have two pieces that I don't see fitting in the new house, and they are big pieces. The rest of our things are older, hence they have a smaller footprint which is just what we need. But it's our living room furniture that we will most likely need to let go of, which isn't a whole lotta love lost. It's a typical, overly stuffed and fluffy modern set of the gigantic variety... furniture is made so much bigger now to catch up with the bigger homes. Seeing as we are going in the opposite direction, I've felt the need to keep my eye open for a few new pieces, particularly of the seating variety.

And they should probably rock too. Well, with all the sitting by the wood stove and things of that sort I imagine will be taking place, rocking sounds rather nice. I'm thinking 3 or 4 various rockers, wooden and solid in construction, sprinkled throughout the house will be just right. If they could be mission in variety like this one, reminding me of the architectural beauty of our current home, well, that will be all the sweeter.

Allow me to introduce you to the first of hopefully many rocking chairs for our new home. I found her while out thrifting this weekend.

Goodness, she's a beauty.