Living above my shop is all pros and no cons. I don’t have to drive to work and I can bake oatmeal raisin cookies and offer them while still warm to people who come in on a winter day.
The downtown buildings in Richmond were built between the 1850’s and 1920. Some of the old buildings in town have loading ramps and even freight elevators, but this building was a bank. My kitchen was probably an office. The building isn’t conductive to bringing in furniture and there is no storage on the ground floor. I carry cartons and cartons and cartons upstairs or to the basement and I work on furniture in the kitchen or in the shop on the days when the shop is closed.
While living in a bank might sound like fun to the adventurous, the building was never meant to be a home. I love it though and I think of it as home – though it took awhile, I’ll admit.
Some things spend time upstairs until I can use them in the shop.
Until I got used to them, mannequins would scare me in the dark.
Things I love:
I think light is the most important feature in a room. I’ve never met a vintage paper lampshade that didn’t come home with me.
Traveling was so exciting during the Edwardian age. These suitcases were used by a someone who would be been traveling for a short period of time. I like to think about where they have been. Where they taken on a train ride out to the country to visit relatives back on the farm or taken on a honeymoon?
Sometimes, little dolls stay on the shelf upstairs for a long time. But, they always end up being sold. The little indigo and saffron miniature doll quilt belonged to a little girl during the Civil War era.
Tiny bisque dolls were manufactured in Germany and, later, Japan. Some people call them penny dolls. Some of these represent newspaper comic characters, popular in the 1930’s.
Silk thread embroidery on natural flax linen is hard to find. This round tablecloth has lovely hanging crochet work. I was lucky enough to find a box of needlework like this, all made by the same woman. All but three were sold on eBay. I think people may not have realized what these are when I put them in the shop. I wouldn’t have know until I learned how to tell handmade lace from factory-made. Telling whether something was sewn by a skilled needlewoman or a new sewer is easy. Learning about antiques is just like learning about art. It is just a matter of learning to see.
And anything to do with art.
The Christmas music box with the bottle brush trees and the fireplace that lights up didn’t sell and is back upstairs on a dresser. I don’t know if I will subject it to another trip downstairs. Its little feelings are hurt.
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