I grew up in the Ozarks - on our property there stood the original homestead behind our house. I was never allowed to go in there, except with my grandfather. This house was rickety, there were holes in the floors of the 2 story house and it was packed to the rafters with antiques, old family furniture, and items from family members that had passed. I ached to go in there for more than a peek - I wanted to see what was in the giant rolltop drawers - to look in a book stacked precariously in the corner that I was convinced contained a wondrous world long finished before my time..Old magazines of women dressed in layers of dresses with parasols teased me, but sadly I never got the chance as an adult. The old house finally collapsed and took with it two stories of untouched antiques and a tangible history of my families past.

Since that time - I always go with the urge to open a seemingly hidden drawer in an old piece of furniture. I feel a childlike joy to find a gorgeous old book that has not been opened in more than 30 years and yet bittersweet to discover someone's life has been thrown away - or auctioned off..I almost always buy these items that are obvious remnants of a life well lived - because SOMEONE has to. I can't keep it all, as my lovely husband reminds me - so I share it here - and hope that someone else will see it and give it the second life I hope for...should that be you - please - email me when you finish your project - I'd love to see it!

My husband and I run this shop together - going to estate sales, auctions, tag sales and anywhere in between. He has a magical ability to identify just about any odd item and even at the age of 50 and 43 - we are still "googly eyed" and spend every spare moment together, hunting for new items for our Etsy Shop and our booth at a local Consignment Shop.