I'm not from around these parts. There was a lot of adjusting to different culture changes when we moved here last October. The accent, the y'alls, the sweet tea, the prices on junk!
I love junk...aka: beautiful chippy, dented goodness that adorns my home. In the Midwest junk abounds and for mere dollars you can have a galvanized bucket to fill with sunflowers or a stool with peeling paint or a fan...anything your junking heart desires. I took all this for granted before we moved. When we got here to NC, my first (and only because I was heart broken) junk trip was a sad one. Beautiful junk yes...beautiful prices...um, not so much.
When Amy was here last weekend, I decided to have another go. I took her to a shop I'd never been to...The Screendoor. Oh my...pick-up-Alicia-she-just-died moment! The place was beautiful...huge! Each booth was set up so differently and creative. The building was old and there were skylights letting the sunshine come through. Cool jazz was filtering through the speakers. All the junk was good!! Still a little higher than what my pickin' heart is used to, but overall it wasn't bad at all. Not gonna lie, I dreamed about Screendoor...I did.
It was so fun to do that with Amy. Sister knows her junk! She has a booth at a really neat shop in Montana that she keeps stocked with all her vintage finds. She has a good handle on prices and value of things. She helped me find this...for $20!! $20!!!
I have no idea where I'm going to put it yet, but it was on clearance and I just had to...somewhere it will be very cool looking ;)
I also found this Frenchy towel holder that's not holding my keys. Isn't it the cutest?!
The next day we went on a hike but the little town we were close to had a cute little shop with a TON of architectural finds. I love those shops...just in case you ever needed an old hinge or a doorknob, you were golden at this place. They also had a lot of other vintage goods too. I found this little bucket and Grand Canyon pennant for really good prices. Score!
So yes, North Carolina, my faith is restored in junking. My broken vintage heart is pieced back together. Screendoor, I will be back...and wallet, you're lucky I don't have a real house yet or you'd be empty.
Do you like how I'm talking to non-living things? Just noticed I do that a lot.