Hand-carved Ivory Flower Earrings; Ivory Tooth Pendant Necklace; and Manual-wound Swiss Vintage Watches – Ladies Bracelets & Men’s Gold and Leather.

Everything is at least 30 years old. The beautiful has age, innocence and for some, a tediousness that won’t wane.

These plastic barrettes are what I used to take for granted. Do you still have one lying somewhere? As I gain more days on this wonderful yet weary world, I keep imagining there is a possibility of running a store selling provision items that are special, useful yet whimsical, serious yet funny, still yet musical, and above all, years full and beaming. People would wander in and get two plastic barrettes, one old but unused writing pad or a small bottle of vanilla powder, a pretty faux leather purse or two old postcards sold by the Yosemite National Park souvenir store in 19-something. These people would not mind the crease down the middle of a print; they would also ask me if I sell a cheap frame to go with it. I will go to the back (behind another set of shower curtains) and offer them the only plastic or enamel photo frame in the store. On their way out someone comes in to buy an apron, three junior combs, and 100% pure Glycerin lotion in glass bottles. We may also sell vintage style men’s underwear (S/M/L) and silk petticoats. O I could go on and on.

Amazing accessories and more will be in store this week. Mostly collectibles from the 70s and one of a kind. Grabbb one.

And thank you Cheryl Spanish for your equally poetic translation. If you come back to the store the cuff links are waiting.

Do you like old things? I do.

Yet I have very few things that truly once belonged to me. Nature and other people’s trash and treasure have come to erect an adulthood in my clenched childhood.

Our Vintage corner is bursting with pendant necklaces from the 60s, 70s and 80s.
See some here.

These hair trinkets are made from floral parts left over from between the 40s and the 50s. Not long ago, the principal of a hat-making school in Philadelphia passed on and they discovered a stunning collection of beautiful floral pieces kept away in the school’s cupboards and drawers, made in Germany from a time long, long ago. Then, not long ago, too, we got a tiny part out of this precious collection and I turned the sad, loose parts into either time-preserved gems or time-ravaged ruins: you decide.

Time sort of stands still when my gaze lands on their rich color and soundless stories.

Our tree made from four hangers, twine and wrapping what seemed to be raspberry plastic fruits!

Honestly, there’s no other way I would be happy with a tree in the store.

Some gift ideas. In store.

The gourd speakers are so beautiful.