We had such a beautiful day here, in Virginia, yesterday. My daughters and I did a little antique store poking about in the morning. It’s a good thing that driving our car back home disqualifies me from buying an old hutch. I don’t even have anywhere for it to go, but that doesn’t stop me from falling in love.

A few observations from my limited time antique hunting in rural USA (it’s a definite passion every time I visit): the antiques are quite different from what we have available. Of course, we share the imported mid-century and European influence, but our more rustic/primitive, local wares have a slightly different look. The flourishes and wood species are often different, too. And