Old things become new things...to me.

I live across the street from one of my favourite stores in the city, a little jam-packed antique store called Gadabout. I've lost hours in that tiny two-storey treasure trove, rummaging through vintage photographs, tin toys, buttons, maps, badges, curios, jars, well, you get the point.  It's a bit of a happy place. But I've never bought anything for myself from that store.

Until last week.

And I'm not normally a collector of tchotchkes at all - I definitely prefer the uncluttered, the easy-to-dust - but I just fell. in. love. with these....things. Part of it was design (the type! The illustration!) and part of it was history (do these places still exist?) but it was all delight when I unpacked these little things at home.

I'm going to do a bit of research and report back soon. Context is all, yes?