For sixteen years or so, I celebrated my birthday each year with a tea party. The tradition started when I was a junior in college, living in Edinburgh, Scotland. The heydays were when… Continue reading →
You know what attics are like. Boxes of goodies. Mysteries. Treasure. Just let me finish reading this letter I found from my grade school boyfriend and then I'll show you some of the amazing stuff up here. Victorian stuff handed down from my great-great-aunt. Early 20th-century things my grandmother tucked away in drawers and boxes. Mid-century stuff my parents have held onto despite our peripatetic life. Not to mention mementos of my youth.
Oh, and the cool thing is that you can take it home with you if you want to. And you know you want to. Click here to visit my Etsy store, the Fabled Attic.
The blog here will let me unpack the boxes in my head, tell the stories of the stuff and share bits and bobs from around the web and around the world. Have a gander. Pour yourself a cup of coffee. Let's talk.