We went to Salem Oregon for our middle daughter's graduation with her MBA last week. My Mom and decided to drive this time, so I could pick up some gems for my little shop. Tim flew down and met up with us there.
Portland has got the most incredible salvage yards! I tell you, I feel like I've died and gone straight to heaven each time we spend a day junking in good ol' PTown. Old windows, by the mile I swear, and doors and shutters too. Doorknobs, light fixtures... the detail work is amazing.
We actually bought so much that I had to put one large fabulous vintage window BACK, 'coz we just couldn't fit it inside the car (well, we COULD have, but my Mom refused to ride all bent up and pinched in a corner of the back seat without her seatbelt for the 45 minute car ride back to Salem from Portland.)
I was a happy camper when I got all of my wonderful old windows out of the car back here at home.
Old windows are such a charming accent, leaning against a wall on top of an armoire, hung on a wall in a bathroom with a mirror behind it, wherever. They just add character.
Yard sales are incredible in Oregon as well. It seems like folks have a lot more old wooden pieces than we do here in Reno. I got an old vintage baby scale one place, and a charming bow front dresser.
My mom, an avid quilter and seamstress, got herself a mangle iron. For those of you who might not know what a mangle is, think of a Bed and Breakfast with crisply pressed pillow cases and napkins. Think Martha Stewart. It's a cool tool, bigger than an old sewing machine cabinet, that has big metal rollers that heat up when plugged in, and you feed your flat item through it for it to come out on the other side, pressed crisp and flat to perfection. Three words for this little puppy... Fab- U- Lous.
Oh, I could go on and on, but it's much better if you just pop into the shop and take a peak for yourself---before it's all gone.