Antiquing Saturday!

I went to the gym today and ran 2.5 miles.  Then I went antiquing.  Even though I was really stinky. 

One of the nice things about living in a small town is that we have some really cute little antique shops.  I was a frequent visitor over the summer, but haven't had a chance to go since school started back.  So, I went.  And I saw LOTS of things that I really felt that I needed.

Like these things, for example...

And then there was this booth at the Braselton Antique Mall and I almost fell over myself when I saw it.  I wanted everything that they had.  Everything.  And then I want the lady to come out and decorate for me.  And I don't even consider myself a shabby chic kind of girl.  Dreamy.  Absolutely dreamy.

And then I had to walk away from the case of shakers before I walked away with an army of shakers.  I do love the shakers.  Truly.

I did come home with a few things.  And I must say, while I love vintage things and I like to go to the antique stores, it makes me nauseous.  No kidding.  I start to panic.  And find myself on the verge of an anxiety attack.  Seriously.  I worry that I am going to miss what I am looking for.  Or they there is going to be something that I can't live with out, but must live without because its either going to be that or not feed my three children.  It is so overwhelming to me.  And when I hear people talk about "the hunt" being part of finding the treasure and the feeling of joy when you find the perfect piece...I get it, but sometimes I think I would be better off making my purchases (and perhaps paying more) from the comfort of my couch via etsy.  Just to not have to deal with the stress of the antique store.  But then on days when I find something like this...

...I think it might just be all worth it.  A late 1920's portable remington in blue.  Does it work?  Um, no.  Is it in great condition?  Um, also a no.  Was it $25?  Yep!  It most certainly was!  Yay!!!