After a slower, much heavier stretch in 2025, I’ve made a conscious decision to get back out there. Estate sales, Auctions, Back roads, Early mornings, Dusty barns, Conversations with strangers who have stories attached to the things they’re letting go of. It feels good to be connected again — to the hunt, to the people, to the energy that made me fall in love with this business in the first place.
I’ve been buying again. Planning upholstery projects. Lining up refinishing. Investing in pieces that deserve a second life — not because it’s easy, but because it matters.
Let’s be honest: times are tough. People are thinking more before they spend. Money is still moving, but it’s moving differently. Every purchase is more intentional now. And that’s not a bad thing. It’s where you put it, matters!
What I’ve realized is this: my job isn’t just to source out and sell vintage shit (yes that’s a nod & respect to the one and only ACB). It’s to help people feel comfortable letting go of their hard-earned money — because they see the value, the craftsmanship, the story, and the longevity in what they’re bringing home. Vintage isn’t fast. It isn’t disposable. It’s thoughtful. And in a time when everyone is pausing before they buy, that actually works in our favor.
The goal for 2026 is simple: draw people back into the store, slow them down, let them touch, sit, open drawers, ask questions, and remember what it feels like to buy something that lasts. Something with soul. Something that doesn’t need replacing next year.
I’m moving forward — with intention, optimism, and a van that’s slowly filling back up again.
And honestly? That feels like progress.