I had a few minutes to burn today between my consulting gig that I picked up and running errands, so I stopped at a local thrift store.
I LOVE this store. I’ve found some really great finds that I’ve listed on eBay or kept for myself, or gifted to friends that collect odds and ends.
This particular store has not only a massive selection of clothing, accessories, and home goods, but the entire 2nd floor has furniture. Yes 2 stories of thrifted amazingness. Today I just roamed the furniture, took a few pics of the awesome stuff here:
I was in….AWE. There are times where I create stories for these pieces. Like where did they live? Who made them? How were they used/decorated/paired, etc? Just imagine the stories some of your own furniture could tell? That one time your son wrote on the table, the spills, the dinners eaten at your table, the holidays and birthdays celebrated….the personal history each piece holds makes it just THAT much more special.
I always think of what stories my family will add. It’s just beautiful!