I have loved old, used, wonderful things ever since I was 17 years old, just starting my hope chest. I didn't realize I didn't really like new until I began filling a drawer that I had converted to that hope chest. I didn't want new linens; I wanted old. I didn't want new cups and saucers; I wanted old. I didn't want new cookbooks; I wanted old.
Booths Real Old Willow
When I was a new, young housewife in the 50s, I hated department stores but loved the old antique and resale shops. Oh, the sights I've seen! (Oh, the things I wish I had bought!) I'm still scouring thrift shops and skidding to a stop at garage sales, but I've finally come to terms with the fact that I just can't keep everything.
I live in a cottage, and while I love rummaging through antique shops, thrift stores and flea markets, I tend to come home with way too much. As a result, our cottage is bursting at the seams. (By definition cottages are small, but I never remember that until I get home.) Some things I use every day, some things I use now and then, and some things I never use but love the idea that I own them. (It's called collecting!)
I still love all of the things I've put up for sale, and there are times when I wish I hadn't sold something, but for the most part, I'm happy to send them along to someone who will love and appreciate them. For a while, I sold some things on eBay (under Islandantique), but now I sell mainly on Etsy. (You can click on "My Etsy Shop" link at the top of this page to see some of my items there. Click on any item and it will take you to the Etsy listing.
I hope you'll come back to visit often. The door is always open, and I love to talk Vintage.
My best, Mona