There are so many wonderful, vintage-y shops popping up every where you turn these days. It’s wonderful to have them in the mix of the Pottery Barns and Lululemons. I was just at the mall and I saw a pop up shop with painted pieces and accessories. Then I walked through Nordstroms and many of their items in the home section were the same look. Hmmmm. As much as I love having this look available in the real world (and not out at a flear market), there was something that felt a bit phoney, if I’m being honest.
The pop up shop has bright blue nightstands at great prices, signs on what looked like reclaimed wood and mason jars in various colors. But, none of it was old.
I think there is something super special about it being authentically OLD. Isn’t that the chase, the find, the score when antiquing? To find something that lived a life before being sold into a different generation?
I like to consider the antiques that I’ve purchased and think about who owned them before me? Did someone read all these vintage, colored books? Did someone use these old wood barbells? What about my Wolfe dress form?
The treasure is in the age of the piece, I think.
Reproductions are just fine and I have plenty of them scattered throughout my house. They fill a purpose; a look. When I walk into a shop I immediately walk through the new-stuff-meant-to-look-old to the back, filthy corner where they sell the dirty ladders and shutters and gems.
I’ve talked to many of you that are selling in shops or have your own shops. How wonderful! I would encourage you to continue to search for the gold to sell. I am disappointed when I walk into a shop and only see manufactured pieces. I feel let down. It all ends up looking the same to me and my eyes glaze over. There is a specialness in selling what is rare.