After many delays, The Hudson Mercantile’s newly-renovated 8,000 square

foot warehouse is almost ready to open. We’ll start moving in the big stuff on

May 30, 2014 and be ready to roll out the red carpet sometime the first week

of June. Please stay tuned for the exact date.


And, to further add to the excitement, we will be hosting a signing party for

Mary Randolph Carter’s new book, “Never Stop To Think…Do I Have A

Place For This?” on June 21, 2014.  So please save the date! It is a wonderful

book, chock full of fabulous, intriguing  houses of collectors from around the

country. We’d love to see you there.



The Hudson Mercantile (2 fabulous locations):

318 Warren Street…..518-828-6318

202 Allen Street (corner of 2nd Street)–The Warehouse…..518-828-3432

Hudson, New York  12534



A Room For A Reindeer


It is no surprise that I am crazy about German grain sacks. And even though

I no longer import them in the huge quantities of a few years ago, I sometimes

can’t resist making a purchase.  The hand-drawn reindeer on the grain sack

(below) is a recent acquisition that is so special that I have named a room after

him! Alfred’s Room.











He belonged to, and was named by, my dear friend, Karin, a German antique

dealer who lives in France and writes the most charming blog, found here:

I have this little room in the old 1790s part of my house that never quite got to

be anything but a dumping ground for all the things that had nowhere else

to go.  When Karin agreed to sell me Alfred, this treasured sack from her

homeland, I knew that it required a place worthy of such  kindness and I got

busy making a room ready for his arrival.

I brought in other reindeer.

Including a favorite painting by my great friend, Jennifer Lanne


Made some grain sack curtains, all sporting reindeer, natch!












I looked out the window one snowy day and realized that the lovely bare winter branches

looked like antlers! Even nature was cooperating in creating a warm welcome for Alfred.

For now Alfred is draped over my little fireside bench.

The bench is upholstered with a Swedish drop cloth from the

1800s and is full of the most beautiful old hand-worked repairs.


My coffee table is a Swedish sailor’s trunk. It is wood, covered

in grey canvas. There is a wonderful brass label on the top…

But, best of all, is the hand-written inventory label on the inside. While I have been

assured that Swedish is easy to learn, I am content, for now, to just imagine what

this pretty thing says.

Whenever I am doing a new room, I run around the house gathering

favorite things. This Victorian pillow is perfect for a reindeer’s room.

This one had to come, too.


A southwestern corner shelf, Vischy baskets, more animals and,

of course, books.

Who’s to say why some things please us so? Colors, shapes, words or maybe just

some long-forgotten memories trigger our senses.

The group below includes a tole box (on the left) that my mother painted

back in the 1970s. During that same period of time, my parents gave me the

oval lunch box on the top of the pile of document boxes. It was my first piece

in old paint and I still love it…and old paint, as much as I did then.

My oldest grain sack. Sigh.

I have had this chair for a million years. It is surprisingly comfortable

and, along with my bench,  allows me to entertain a friend  in my

new room. I hope someday that friend will be Karin!

There are all kinds of things I could do with my new reindeer

grain sack.  A  jacket, a bed cover, anything would be fun.

But for now, I am happy, whiling away some time in Alfred’s

room, looking at his funny little face, thinking of Germany and

wondering what treasures Karin is out there finding right now!

For things like these, please visit us at The Hudson Mercantile.

I Spy….Something That Is Chewed

The find of the weekend :  a wooden lazy-susan storage bin from a defunct  lingerie


The edges of many of the compartments have been nibbled away over the

years by some furry occupant of the old brick building. Too big to be mouse nawings,

we all guessed woodchucks?

–We will  remove the bin from its box and let it stand on its own as sculpture, maybe

on its existing base with the funky canted feet.

–The factory workers probably didn’t see the charm of this thing as they reached

out for bra hooks or elastic. 

And I wonder about the workers in some other land who now make our underwear,

how their supplies are stored and whether, in the future, someone like me will see

beauty in those ordinary work-a-day furnishings and want to bring them home to

use in a whole new way.