Who’s Interested?

We were headed down a country road on the way to Vermont the other day and
spotted this gang of sheep seeking shelter under a tree from a storm that was
definitely headed our way.
One little renegade left the flock and ran to see what what we were all about.

He was just like a wooly stuffed animal and it was so hard to get back in the
truck and leave him behind.
I looked back and saw his mother (or some other sheep in authority) coming to
fetch him back into the fold.  The storms were brutal that day and I was glad
to think of him warm and dry under the wide branches of that tree.

Strong Bodies

It is obvious to me, as I watch Ken and Tom load this very heavy, 11 foot long
country store counter, that they must have eaten their Wonder Bread.  Because,
as we all know, Wonder Bread Builds Strong Bodies 8 Ways.
I was thrilled to get this fabulous counter because of  its hand-painted advertising.
We will probably make 2 four foot counters and one 3 footer. Or something like that.
Unless a customer wants it long.  Maybe I’ll put half  in the Hudson Supermarket and
keep the other half.  Here I go again, planning to keep my inventory.  But, when will I
ever see another one of these again? Sheesh.
It is difficult for most antique dealers, at least the ones who purchase only what they
love, to part with any of it. Especially the special things, the one of a kind items, the
pieces that you will never forget.  Most have lists in their minds of the things they
wish they kept.  Many of us constantly switch this piece for that one in our houses.
But in the end, it is a business, a livelihood and, sadly, we can’t keep it all.  But why
not just this one counter??????

 

Another Year…

 

Another year, another baby…

This darling newborn (above) belongs to the mother with the red tack.  A second
one (below) belongs to the horse with the blue tack.
They put on a nice little show for us and didn’t seem to mind my camera at all.  We were
lucky again this year to be in the right place at the right time and look forward to
seeing the little ones grow.

Yeah, We’re Cute.

This time of year is perfect for spotting baby animals and we always take
the time to get out of the truck to admire them.
There were three of these black and white lambs who were so wooly and
soft looking.
Hopping the fence was not an option but it was hard not to be able to
get close enough to touch these adorable things.
Bah-bye.

Rollin’

Tag sales just aren’t what they used to be.  But when what looks like just a so-so
sale is in the yard in front of an 1847 country school house, it is worth getting
out of the truck.
Sure enough, there was a treasure in the shed: a  beautiful stone mill wheel that we
were told had been pulled out of the Battenkill River many years ago.
Rolling it down the hill was easy…easy for me, with only the camera in my hand.
Setting it down was the hard part but, luckily, no one crushed any body parts.
The guy in the white tee was an innocent by-stander, bamboozled into the job
when I asked, not at all innocently, “wanna help us move something?”  What a
good sport and what a great stop this turned out to be.

Oh, No! Hearts!

Things that I love:
Mitten, almost lost in the cozy down of a grain sack chair.
Piles of books.
A French architectural fragment.
A cuff, hand made by a friend.
A heart-shaped white rock.
A factory chain.
An old Christmas ornament.
Horse tack. 

A huge button in Henry’s workshop…he insists upon keeping it.
The country look exploded onto the decorating scene in the 1980s, seemingly
for good, with its many styles (primitive, shabby, anything-goes) and symbols,
many of which were/are just too cutsy for words. I don’t ever need to see another
goose with a ribbon around its neck. Or a heart. Or so I thought. While I believed
that hearts were out of my life by the end of the 80s (like tie die in the 60s.
Please! How did that one get back in?), apparently, if these photos are any
indication, they are here to stay… for me, at least. It is hard to say what
attracts us to the things we love, the things we choose to live with. Styles come
and go, but some things stick around. Forever? Your guess is as good as mine. I
just know that I am off now to make sure that there are no geese with ribbons
lurking anywhere around the old homestead.

Dang It !

Life is meant to be fun and I am committed to doing my best toward that end.
The copper sink, the custom steer head from a western ranch, the letters that
could have come straight out of the mouth of a cowboy on that ranch all put a
smile on my face.
Friendly Service…is not a thing of the past. All these photos are of my items in
the Hudson Supermarket, where friendly service is alive and well.
This glass melting pot, from a 1905 glass-blowing factory in West Virginia has an
unusual story attached. The pickers who cleaned the place out when it closed in the
1990s, were told that this was called a “pee pot” and, in order to keep the pot primed,
it was necessary to (yikes!) pee in it first.
I have a tall stack of  1950’s Motor Magazines and every cover is a
joy to behold.
Who doesn’t like a tiny pair of 1930’s football pants?  Only about 2 feet long,
I can just see the tough little freckle- faced kid who wore these.
I have a real thing for contractor’s model houses (see the roof sitting behind it?).  The best
one I ever saw, at Brimfield, of course, was enormous, about 5 feet long and three stories
tall. It, too, was a contractor’s piece but this time, the house was an advertisement for
home renovations. It had a dozen tiny workers: painters, carpenters, roofers, electricians,
all standing on ladders or in some way attached to the building, doing their jobs. The
happy homeowners were standing outside watching the proceedings with much good cheer.
A few of the people and house parts were sitting near the house and the seller told us that
he had driven all the way from Virginia with the house, uncovered, on top of his truck.
Sheesh! No wonder all those renovations were required. That house did not make it to my
house, only because the price was so sadly, but justifiably, high. But, after 20+ years, I
remember it still.
This garden string winder is a thing of such beauty to my eyes. The patina, shape
and the remnants of old twine just leave me, like that cowboy, saying
“Dang!” Life sure is fun…

Red Chair Comes To Hudson!

Much to my delight, Red Chair Antiques, formerly of Peterborough, New
Hampshire, has moved to Hudson, New York.  Located at 606 Warren
Street, right in the heart of Hudson’s fabulous and famous antique district,
owner, Jocie Sinauer, has, once again created a stunning, dream-like feast
for the eyes.
Ken and I enjoyed a sneak peek yesterday, a day before her Memorial Weekend
opening. Somewhat larger than the lovely Peterborough store, this location has a
real Swedish farmhouse feel with its soft colors, two levels and rear courtyard.
The look is European-American-rustic-sophisticated-edgy-fresh and 100% chic.
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The photos here are of Jocie and her husband, David’s, Peterborough house
but give an idea of the treasures and treats to be expected at the new store.
Check out Jocie’s site, www.redchair-antiques.com for more.
All these photos are the property of:
Amy Azzarito of Design Sponge (wwwdesignsponge.com).

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Red Chair is only three blocks up from the Hudson Supermarket and it is

going to be fun having such a fabulous new store in the hood.  I highly

recommend that a visit be planned ASAP.

Red Chair on Warren

606 Warren Street,

Hudson, New York  12534

redchair-antiques.com