I am not a junk dealer or a vintage seller. I am a No-Kill, Second Chance Memory Rescue Center. I hunt for items that rekindle old memories or set the stage for new memories. And I am the epitome of a small business. I am a business of one. I hunt and find everything that you see in my shop. That means scouring auctions, estate sales, antique fairs and shows, flea markets, thrift shops, and even stumbling across items in situ (mainly old barns in the American Mid-West). I then clean each item, photograph it, list it on Etsy, and then wait. That's when you come into the picture; you fall madly in love with one of my items and purchase it (thank you very much). I then dig it out of storage, give it another good clean, carefully pack and ship the item using LOTS of packing material (I love tape), and send the package on its merry way to its new home. In an ever increasing impersonal marketplace (do you know the people who design, make, bake, prepare, sew, etc. your favorite items from the Big Box stores?) vintage will not only help create and foster your own unique identity but you are also buying your cool vintage pieces from a real person--me.

There is something incredibly wonderful about giving these items a second chance. First of all, they stay out of the landfill. Secondly, these items were loved by other people and this gives us a connection to our past. Items that were once cast-off have once again become treasured possessions. And that is an extraordinary feeling.

"We are the Village Green Preservation Society. God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville, and Variety. We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society. God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties. Preserving the old ways from being abused. Protecting the new ways for me and for you. What more can we do?"