Chris went on some kind of mad cubbie shopping spree last week. And I am totally fine with that.
The long skinny ones in the back left are the perfect size for displaying the Rewined candles in the shop. (The seasonal Mimosa-scented candles just came in and they are delish!)
The one on the right has an old Nail Chart tacked on the side.
The Philadelphia tri-state area is also known as the Delaware Valley (as in the Delaware River, which divides PA from NJ). I might need to keep this crate for myself.
This is my favorite of the bunch. It was probably used in a post office - it has little metal plates with names of Lancaster County, PA towns like Lampeter, Millersville and New Providence.
More cameras. The two Brownie Hawkeyes have already sold since I took this photo last week, and Chris brought six more vintage cameras to the shop today. He just called an hour ago to tell me that one of those sold, too. I wish I could manufacture vintage cameras. Or at the very least, create a time machine and buy up all of the cameras between 1900 and 1950 and stash them in a bomb shelter for safe-keeping until I can retrieve them in the present time.
I'm glad Chris bought this megaphone. He probably remembered that I found one a few years ago.
I don't know why they are wishing death on the poor Schnitzel.
I googled the Die Schnitzel Bunk Jug Band, and immediately found an ad in a 1933 Reading, PA newspaper.
Sounds like a fun night, doesn't it? For a quarter, you get a Hoe Down with a jug band, a bunch of Amish hill billies and the chance to win prizes. I wonder if they had bottle service back then. Oh, wait - 1933 is the end of prohibition, so that place must have been CRAAA-ZEEEY.
Anyway, here are some deer antlers lovingly mounted on a handsewn stuffed fabric heart.
My late grandfather played football for Franklin and Marshall back in the 1930s. That's when the football players wore safari hats instead of helmets. Back then, they didn't have goal posts - they just used a pair of giraffes. They played against lions and tigers, which was good on one hand, since big cats can't catch a football for shit. But bad in that most of the players lost at least one limb by the third quarter.
Okay...I don't know why the hell this safari hat has an F & M label. But my granddad really did play there.
Our customers and guests ate lots of yummy cake pops, made by Cakes and Candies by Maryellen in West Chester, PA.
A few guests had a taste of local wine (we had lots left over, which is never a bad thing).
So many friends and family members came to see us, including my mom, grandmom, two aunts, an uncle, a cousin, lots of neighbors, co-workers, siblings, nieces, nephews and some very supportive local antique dealers. Here's a pic of me with Allison from Nannygoat Antiques & Vintage Style and Sue from Vintage Rescue Squad (here's her recap). I am holding a lucky horseshoe (a gift from Allison) and a bottle of Bitch wine (a sweet gift from Sue).
My in-laws will be visiting for the next week from Yakima, WA and they will be working their little butts off. I don't care if my Father-in-Law, Jim, has a new hip and shoulder - he will be carrying purchases to customers' cars whether he likes it or not. And probably drinking all of the leftover wine, so please be cautious while driving in the parking lot.