I spotted this mantel months ago
at the antique store where I have my booth, and even though it wasn't exactly what I was looking for, it had a good price and I knew I could customize it later to fit the style of our house.
I ended up stumbling upon an armoire
at the antique store where Love Grows Wild Market is, and even though this piece wasn't an old antique, it had really pretty details, lots of storage, was in perfect condition, and seemed like the perfect candidate for a makeover.
Not exact matches
I haggle whenever possible, especially
at antiques stores and yard sales,
where people just want to unload their belongings.
Imagine a land
where every pleasure you desire is available: from fine dining to five star hotels, from spellbinding dance performances to sophisticated nightclubs, from treasure - hunting in
antique stores and galleries to relaxing under the impossibly bright stars — all
at a very affordable price.
The
store's
antiques buyer, Keith Johnson, saw the Gee's Bend Quilts exhibition
at the Whitney Museum,
where the contrast between the down - home folk essence of the quilts and the modernist Whitney was striking.
Although I am aware of the often - repeated statement that personal rights are more important than property rights,
where the owner has
stored his valuables representing his life's accumulations, his livelihood business, his tools and implements, and his treasured
antiques as appears in the case
at bar, and
where the evidence is sufficient to sustain a finding that the installation was intended only as a warning to ward off thieves and criminals, I can see no compelling reason why the use of such a device alone would create liability as a matter of law.
I started shopping
at antique stores to find a white mantel...... yeah, I found one and my husband nailed to the wall and I painted the lower part black, which would be the wall
where a real fireplace would have fire brick.
When people ask me
where I bought my art I just smile because it could be a tiny framed print purchased
at an
antique store or something that screamed my name
at a junk
store.