Accidental treasure hunter

Went to the farmers market this morning for tomatoes and sourdough. Came home with a box of random vintage stuff from the estate sale table that I absolutely did not need but couldn’t resist.

Accidental treasure hunter

Turns out the sweet elderly woman running the table was cleaning out her late aunt’s attic and had no idea what half this stuff was. Neither do I, honestly, but there’s something magical about old objects with stories I’ll never know. The ceramic piece might be handmade pottery from the 60s, or it could be a random trinket from a gas station.

This compass still works perfectly

Jake’s going to walk in and find me sitting here surrounded by what looks like the contents of an antique store explosion. But this brass compass still works perfectly, and I’m calling that a win.

Probably should have bought those tomatoes though.