As I woke up to dreary weather this Saturday morning, I decided to visit my favorite used bookstore, Haven Books, and antique store, The People's Store. Since they're a twenty minute drive I rarely get the opportunity to visit, but it had been far too long.
I work in a bookstore that only sells new books, an issue my conscience struggles with daily, so visiting a used bookstore is quite liberating for me. In comparison to my hyper-organized and clean store, Haven Books has a charming hodge-podge messiness to it:
I must admit that I constantly fight the urge to start alphabetizing while there. Anyways, then I traveled on down the road to The People's Store. I desperately want a chandelier, but first I need a permanent(ish) residence in which to put it.
The store seems to quite literally be bursting with treasures. Antique glass-wear is their specialty, and wandering through their tiny paths that wind through the fragile stacks always makes me nervous. Then I wandered into a room I had never noticed before: THE FABRIC ROOM!
Schwanky stuff.
My treasures:
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