Not unlike a cicada, I have decided to re-emerge after 7 years. Well, technically 8, but if I could figure out how to delete the timestamps on the blog posts below you wouldn’t even know that anyway. Anyway. Hello again.
My irresponsibly long hiatus from reselling has come to an end. Of note, my vintage buying has never taken a break. But I’m excited to get back out there and share my cool finds with folks who would find them cool.
My new spot is at the Den of Antiquities in Windham, Maine. The owners, Sonja and Dan, are so incredibly kind and the store is packed full of cool vintage and handmade items.
I just moved into my booth today. We brought over a few of my bookshelves, just so I could start getting stuff in the store, but will certainly be staging it better once we get a bit more settled. As usual, there is quite a bit of Pyrex there, along with some cool pitchers and milk glass. And one clown cookie jar because I have a problem, and that problem is that I love vintage clowns.
Speaking of vintage clowns, one day my fiancé’s mom was walking through my kitchen and said “Oh my gosh I have that cookie jar!” It turns out that her dear Aunt had owned the cookie jar on the right (white buttons), a perfect match to the one I owned (red buttons)! What are the chances of that? She brought it here so they could live together in their perfect, creepy clown harmony.
I don’t believe in a lot of things, but I do believe that the universe can send you little signals and this for me meant I was where I am supposed to be with the people I am supposed to be with. Am I the first person to write something oddly sentimental and out there about a clown cookie jar? Yes. Will I be the last person to write something oddly sentimental and out there about a clown cookie jar? Also yes.