I love old things. So much more than new things.
This shelf full of antique fruit jars made my heart do miniature cartwheels.
I’m equally smitten with
rusty watering cans,
worn out buckets and baskets,
furniture with peeling paint,
books with fragile pages,
old-fashioned shop signs,
and the list goes on & on.
Oh! And then then then…add a little sunlight to the mix for a dose of pure magic!
Feels like old souls are peeking through the veil
to check in on their old belongings,
to see who will own and love and take care of their treasures.
Count me in!
Anybody else have quite the thing
for pretty little things
from way back when?