My sister and I have been hitting all the local vintage places this week. This time we definitely talked more than we bought; but here are a few things that struck me as especially beautiful, though all for very different reasons:
This coral pink number made me think of Sara from No Pattern Required. Anybody have a prom to go to soon?
This photo made me think of adopting two more kids:
Meet Francis and Evangeline. I'm guessing from their clothes and her haircut that we're in the 1920s time frame. Many older photos are devoid of emotion, but here it is bursting out of the paper frame. I love the trusting way that Francis leans into his big sister, and how Evangeline holds his little hand. How these family photos end up in antique stores is beyond me. It breaks my heart. Who are they? Did they have a good life? Did they remain devoted siblings? Do any of their descendants even know who they are?
Some updates from the post where I said a long and difficult goodbye to a 1930s walnut and mahogany bedroom furniture set:
That's one of the dressers, in the consignment shop. See that little tag on the left? SOLD. It's going to a new home along with the rest of the set, and so another chapter closes. It was time, and I know there's a check in the mail.
This wasn't for sale, but a part of our tour of a local living history museum:
Windmills have always been an icon of the American Midwest, of agriculture, and of self-sufficiency. I love their sculptural quality, and how they creak in the breeze.
What beautiful old things have you seen lately?