day one.

So it’s winter. The days are shorter, my boots- taller, and all I really feel like doing is curling up with a giant mug of chai, in the fetal position, in my bathtub. I get less pleasure out of the next few months than just about anything so as I wait and pray for spring I try to occupy my time with things I love enough to bare the 20degrees below.

I have always been a collector. I remember having collections since I was a wee girl and the joy & thrill that came from the hunt. The waiting in line, digging for the deal, and the rush of excitement that came over me when I found the perfect piece. My mum was the ultimate rummage sale go-er and my dad, the ultimate dumpster diver. These skills were passed down to me and have never gotten rusty.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand the true value behind material objects (ahem) but I still can’t help but think about the process and patience that goes into every handmade piece. And since nowadays that craftmanship is hard to come by, I find myself naturally drawn to older pieces or antiques. Not only do I love the stories that are carried with them, but the thought that something stood the test of time longer than myself is a huge concept and the ability to bring it home with me is all the more appealing. So the obsession starts and continues. For the last 7 years I’ve collected so many special pieces and never really took the time to share them in an intimate way, even though they can be great conversation starters at my house gatherings. I’d like to start sharing their stories along with my own & take you with me through my process & journey.

Antiquing & treasure hunting is an intimate time for me to focus, search, and find excitement in something that doesn’t physically or emotionally respond. I like the peace in that. I will take you through my searches, show you my secrets, gush over my near-misses, and display the things I re-purpose. Welcome to my little world; my little hunt.