I have been planning an antiquing buying trip in my mind for years, and Jerry is in favor of the idea too. Antiquing by day, baseball games at different stadiums by night. I love the idea of a trip, driving through small obscure towns, searching for “lost treasures”. My dream trip requires a big huge truck, lots of cash and I would love to start in Boston’s Brimfield flea market. There’s only one issue, I always seem to forget how much I loathe driving in a car for more than 6 hours. Just in case this is one of my first blogs you’ve read, we live in Southern California’s Huntington Beach, a few short hours to TJ Mexico. So, obviously Brimfield will have to be a separate trip all together. In reality, we would most likely start somewhere in the middle of the U.S.
In my daydream Jerry and I don’t bring our laptops, or telephones. When this trip does happen (because it will), I know electronics will be required, but maybe I can get away with just my iPad. Ha! Who am I kidding?
My daydream goes like this: we’re invited to meet lots of people and visit farm after farm. We’re invited to “the farm” for fresh baked pies & coffee, and then asked if we’d like to “go see the storage shed”. These storage houses exist….I’ve seen them. Okay, I’ve only seen one, but I know they’re out there. An old craftsman bungalow farmhouse sitting on tens of thousands of acres, the land passed down from generation to generation; each new generation building a home of their own on the land, making the old farmhouse a storage shed.
When I was 12-ish my Mom, Aunt, cousins, and I traveled to North Dakota to stay on my Aunt’s family farm. We stayed about 2 weeks, and it is one of those great memories I have of being a kid. Riding four wheelers all over the property, branding calves, chickens that were running around the property in the morning and on the table for dinner that night. I did NOT try the Rocky Mountain Oysters….luckily they told me what there were before I popped it in my mouth! Then there was the dirt bike incident; my cousins tried to teach me to ride the dirt bike, which had a clutch. I popped the clutch and lurched forward way faster than I wanted. I drove right into the 5+ foot tall mass of blackberry bushes. I was lodged in there, and of course I had short sleeves on! That was the end of my dirt biking career! AND oh, the stupidity of kids; my cousins and I jumped into the pen with a ginormous bull. We wanted to….I don’t know what the hell we were thinking, but thankfully “Grandma” Katie caught us before the bull did.
There was an old house on their acrage used as the “storage shed”. It was filled with all the furniture & housewares that were no longer wanted by 2 or 3 generations. I didn’t think much of it then, and remember thinking my Mom was a nut for getting so excited about all the antiques in the house. When we do go on our antiquing road trip, I just hope we stumble across house after house filled to the gills with antiques for sale. We’re gonna need a bigger truck!
Until we go on our antiquing road trip, we will keep finding vintage at our favorite thrift stores, flea markets, and estate sales. We always have our favorite online sources too. I was just reading a blog on invaluable.com about mixing your vintage and antique pieces with your newer pieces of furniture. The above repurposed shop counter is to die for…exactly what I’d hope to find on a farm, in a small shop, in the middle of the country.