I'm hanging out my sign. And going to bait my hook. Because in my world, the salmon are running. I mean to say that this is the height of the vintage season with estate sales, antique fairs, outdoor flea markets, and garage sales taking place every other day. Plus, if you have been to my shop lately, you'll notice that the pickings are getting a little thin. So I'm off to fish.
Come to think of it, stocking my shop is like fishing. It takes time for each vignette to come together. Often I'm searching for months for the right elements. Then comes the photography, which is like cleaning the fish. I'm picky about that. And finally I weigh and measure and write up descriptions. That's akin to battering the fish, frying them crispy, and serving them up with some nice sides.
So do pardon me this week for being brief. I'm gone fishin'.
P.S. This linen panel of embroidered fishing lures is a masterpiece of needlework. Some of the lures are actually fuzzy. Watch out muskies! I wish I knew the woman who crafted this -- bet she was a heckuva fisherwoman. Click on the pics below for pricing info in the store. I'll be quite sad to see this one go.
