Friday Favorites – Antique Store Obsessions

Friday Favorites – Antique Store Obsessions – I have a problem. I can’t resist my favorite antique stores, some thrift stores, and flea markets.e

The thing about days off in North Carolina is that I usually find my way to an antique or thrift store or two (with my mom). I bought the little cookbook & the swan dish (for my jewelry) today.

I didn’t pick this up because the green/gold isn’t something I’m looking for right now, but had it been a smidge cheaper I might have, in order to resell it. I mentioned recently that I love all things entertaining and had this been a different style, I would have considered it for myself.

We also made our way out to Riverside Barn Antique in Wallace, North Carolina. Riverside Barn will always be a favorite for me. I bought my beloved Mid-Century Modern Stereo console from them. The stereo is beautiful and it’s my favorite piece of furniture. The stereo/record player works. I’m not using it right now because the needle needs replacing, but it’s in incredible condition and I can’t believe what I paid. The story will always be a favorite because I narrowly missed out on this opportunity.

This was the exact day in 2021-ish (or early 2022), when I found at Riverside Barn Antiques. I asked the owners – who are so sweet – about it. They said it was sold ($120-150-ish if I remember correctly). But they took my number in case the guy didn’t come back. He hadn’t paid though. They were just saving it for him. A few days later, they called me. The owner told me felt terrible for not letting me buy it & he just knew I should have it.

I asked my XO if I could leave work early to go get it. I took a few hours of leave and off I went. “It’s a beaut, Clark.” :)

This store will always be a favorite for calling me that day, so I could bring the stereo home.

Chances are, if I pick up anything at a thrift store, antique store, or flea market – it’s going to have an entertaining theme (or maybe a smidge of decorating). I’d count today as a success (spent about $16 bucks).

The Perfect Host

When I was a little girl, I spent about as much time dreaming up my life being a hostess (I kid you not) as I did about being a mom, writing books, being filthy rich (this one cracks me up) and generally having the best life ever. If I told you how much time I thought and dreamt of these things, you’d think I was a weird kid. Okay, I was definitely a weird kid.

I don’t think of myself as a very traditional person in many ways. But I do feel fairly traditional when it comes to etiquette, hospitality, and and creating a warm and welcoming environment. For those who are new here, you may not know that I have a love for many things “Mid-Century.” My love of this time includes glassware/barware, some furniture, some decor, clothing (that I can’t wear), jewelry, and most of all . . . the love of entertaining.

Side note: Mid-Century is an all encompassing term that people tend to use incorrectly. Most of the time, they say “Mid-Century Modern (MCM)” for all things Mid Century. I happen to love MCM furniture and architecture. But there are many things that fall under the overall umbrella of Mid-Century. Some are modern, some are not. As an extra side note, there is much about that time in American history that I find deeply offensive. There are things I love.

There are some styles I don’t care for – such as “Mid-Century Regency.” It’s also known as Hollywood Regency and it’s generally…too much. Mid-Century Colonial is also a bit much, but I happen to own two furniture pieces from that time, just the same (both originally owned by my grandparents). But I digress. One thing I wish the U.S. still had was its dedication to gathering, entertaining, and hospitality. We do this now. But sometimes it seems “community” is harder to come by and we certainly don’t go to the lengths my grandparent’s generation did. They hosted family and friends and when doing so, went to a great deal of effort.

They planned menus and thought about seating and prepared special food and drinks. My grandparents had game nights with their friends (that the kids weren’t invited to participate in). I don’t know if they played other games, but I know pinochle was one favorite. They got dressed up. It was a whole thing. My mom said that if they went to someone else’s home, my grandparents got even more dressed up and my mom and aunt would go in their PJs (so grandpa could carry them straight to bed when they got home).

You can find this snack plate, here!

In thrift and antique stores (just about anywhere) you can see signs of the effort this generation went to, when entertaining. I buy pieces every so often. One of my favorites from that era are “snack plates.” If you’re a wine person, you’re likely accustomed to a more modern example of these (but for wine glasses and snacks) if you attend wine events. But from the Mid-Century era, they’re much prettier than what we might find at a wine festival for instance. I adore them. :) Some are crystal and very dainty – and others are wood or plastic. Another favorite are the serving dishes for appetizers, snacks, relishes, etc.

You can find this, here!

What’s the point, you ask? While I may be listing some of my things for sale on Etsy, soon, I’ve got a nice little collection of these things and think often about how I will use them in my future business. :) I also spend a lot of time thinking about how little I share the things that inspire me (but make me uniquely me). They are things I love and though they seem frivolous, in some ways, I’m passionate about them too. Being a host – or opening your life, home, or even your office (I had lots of experience with this on my last job) to others, is an opportunity to gift the people you care about or run across – a moment of rest, peace, good food, and a little break from the rough and tough that surrounds us every day. We move at a pace here in the U.S. that is not sustainable. Slowing down and offering a moment of something lovely and welcoming, is such a gift. It’s one of the reasons I hope to someday have an event venue/bed and breakfast of my own. I’ve spent years dreaming of it.

I recently finished “The “Little Book of Hygge” by Meik Wiking. I enjoyed it, as I expected I would. There were some great reminders throughout the book about the kind of life I want to live. I am working toward a more hygge lifestyle. And while a hygge life doesn’t require a bunch of things, I did finish the book convinced that careful curation of things can be hygge. But along with that, there was a great deal about a slower more satisfying pace and making time for the people and things you love most.

I hope to take the time to share more of that here, which is the point of this whole post. In my tiny 865 sq ft apartment, much of my small collection of glassware and entertaining pieces are packed in storage 5 hours away. But I’d like to share when I can, just the same. There is an element to entertaining or hospitality, that certainly feels very trivial in a broken and messed up world. I am extremely passionate about injustice in the world and there are times that feels weird compared to this urge I feel to make things beautiful or to make people feel at home.

But that’s why it’s so desperately needed. Our bodies and souls need a place of peace and rest. And it would help if we could start with making our tables longer.

You Mean Well But Aim Low

This video (premiered today) just makes me love Gracie even more. I feel like I wrote this song.

My favorite lines from this change every time I listen to the album. But here’s the favs today:

“you mean well but aim low
And I’ll make it known like I’m getting paid”

“(You were the best but you were the worst)
(As sick as it sounds, I loved you first)
I wanna speak in code
(I was a dick, it is what it is)
(A habit to kick, the age-old curse)
Hope that I don’t, won’t make it about me
(I tend to laugh whenever I’m sad)
(I stare at the crash, it actually works)
I love you, I’m sorry”
– Lyrics by Gracie Abrams & Aaron Dessner

Let it Happen

“No, I know
I’m a walking contradiction and it shows
Got a history of being in control
I’m aware that I could end up here alone

But then we spoke
I had a backbone made of glass, and then it broke
Now I stay up and I wait here by the phone
if you’re ready, all I mean is we could go

I’ve never craved someone’s attention
As much as yours, thought I should mention
that

I bet all my money that I will
Lose to you and hand you my life
Here’s to hoping you’re worth all my time”
Lyrics by Gracie Abrams & Aaron Dessner (Aaron, my king – I love you. Lol)

I love, love. I am forever and always a romantic. I write about love and relationships. While not all of the relationships I write about are romantic, they certainly play a huge role.

It’s tough out here for us lovers, sometimes though. I’m not the best at not feeling, not caring, or turning it off. Once I’m there, I’m there (i.e., once I have feelings for you, I’m . . . stuck 🤣). There’s something about Gracie Abrams’ lyrics that hit me in just the right way at the moment.

She sings (read this as one thought/line):

I’ve never craved someone’s attention
As much as yours, thought I should mention
that

I bet all my money that I will
Lose to you and hand you my life
Here’s to hoping you’re worth all my time

When you stand on the edge of interest or infatuation and you sense this thing is developing and your feelings for someone are growing, there’s a moment when you make a decision to jump in or take some steps back. I’ve spent a lot of time worrying about risk versus regret in recent times. A heart that is beaten and bruised reaches a point where it begins to question literally everything. Ev-er-y-thing. What once felt easy and part of the deepest part of you, something you used to love about yourself (i.e., loving and caring easily), transforms into something scary. I am not risk averse. Lately, I’ve been extremely risk averse. I feel trapped there in that place where I fear taking the risks.

But when you’ve lost too much, you question your decisions. You question who you’ve fallen in love with. You question who you chose to trust. You question it all. The problem with this, as I’ve come to accept in recent weeks, is that there are never guarantees in life, love, and relationships. In my heart of hearts I know that it’s possible to find your true companion. I (perhaps far too stubbornly) still believe in the possibility of a soul mate (or more than one in a lifetime). But it’s not easy to reconcile this after heartbreak and then unrelated grief that follows.

My therapist recently said (this is a massive paraphrase) that there may not be a clear timeline of comfort in knowing a person. When do you know – when do you know you’re seeing red flags or interpreting something innocent, through your own trauma and issues? When do you know a person is trustworthy? When do you open yourself to deeper levels of intimacy with someone?

You don’t. There’s no easy answer. There’s no magic formula. I think there are probably some signs. I think there are probably relationships and people we should avoid. But we could also be very wrong and miss out on something or someone that is “worth all my time.” I’ve been guarding my heart, time, and dreams jealously in recent memory. But it’s not really me.

Let it happen. I’ll let it happen. I’ll take the risk and let it happen. Because the alternative is simply unacceptable.