my local junkatique

my local junk shop...or "junkatique"... is pretty close to heaven, heaven with a kind of "i hope i don't discover the source of that smell", "ooh that possum really should not be living in there!!"...feeling to it.

looking around our home from pretty much any angle I can spot something I unearthed in johns junk shop....

i think john is a local boy, he is always the first in the know about any major garage sales, and his knowledge of vintage and antique pieces is self taught through years of collecting and sorting through sheds and deceased estates.......

john doesn't have a website, twitter or blog about his treasure trove, actually his shop is bereft of any signage at all!! john is open when the door is, and if you see a folding chair outside you know he is not too far away.....

i don't go into john's shop every day, it is my first stop if i am on the hunt for something in particular.....and lately my daughters have discovered his treasure trove of barbies so visits have happened at their insistence.......which is how two timber picture frames found their way home......

i am a believer in other peoples treasures carrying the delight of their past with them into the next owners life?

 maybe i like this theory because i have never lived in a brand new home, or driven a brand new car, and not one piece of our furniture has been purchased new from the shop floor....
once or twice i have picked up a beautiful looking item only to put it down straight away...maybe the history had been an unhappy one, but usually the story or provenance behind an object adds a shiny gilded edge.......