In my ongoing quest for an overlooked Renoir painting (or a small fortune tucked in with National Geographic magazines), I hit quite a few antique stores while we were in St. Louis.
Daughter Number Deux enjoys the hunt as much as I do. (First Daughter has no interest and a sizable allergy to dust, mold and mildew. We nearly killed her when we took her to Charles Dickens' damp and dusty house in London, bad parents that we are.)
I love the roof canoe and Indian silhouette on this shop roof. The inside was twice as crowded, making navigation perilous.
I can't remember the last time I saw a phone booth with a holiday babe inside.
Make that two phone booths with holiday babes inside.
A little bit freaky, come to think of it, but probably an effective security measure.
While we waited in line to buy Amish jam, we struck up a conversation with a very nice person who bought the cut glass whiskey glasses I had admired earlier. She recommended we visit a thrift shop in a nearby town. A while back, she had found a small hand-carved duck there for 50 cents. She took it to a gallery in Clayton and it was appraised at $4,000. (19th century. Well-known folk artist carver. Didn't ask if she sold it.)
As readers of NN know, I am trying to cull the herd of stuff in our house. I am no longer in it to accumulate it.
But I still like to look. And hope very much to be a lucky duck.
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