there is something therapeutic about spending hours upon hours at an antique store.
the second you enter, the unmistakable musty scent of old books and furniture greets you and lures you in..
and thus begins the hunt for the perfect treasure.
a treasure that has been discarded, misplaced, or long forgotten by its previous owner
-just waiting to be re-discovered.
i had one of those therapeutic sessions this past weekend
in which i spend a fortune countless hours rummaging through all its unearthly glory.
i found a few perfect additions to my ever growing tea cup and plate collection,
as well as some other utterly charming goods that were in desperate need of a new home. :)
why, hello there, cutes box there ever was 
1 comment:
Oh! What glorious little treasures. So sweet! : )
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