My parents showed me the value of vintage
Everything in our house was old. My dad would sneak antique things out of my grandparents summer home and they would shake their heads and turn the other way. And 20 years later I was sneaking them out of our house and my dad would remind me to take care of it because he stole it from his parents. My mom was frequently found a garage sales on a Saturday morning and boasting of her discount finds on a Saturday night.
I've always loved old things as long as I can remember, maybe because I love history. I love that old things have stories to tell.
Nothing inspires me more than seeing something old given a brand new life. I love finding ways to share the beauty of these things with you. Enjoy.