On the way home from camp, going through town, I just happened to spot a thrift store. And it's small town thrifty treasures were calling out to me. It was in one of these wild stores--I've been in a few in rural Maine like this, where it's like a maze of small rooms all connected together with a mix of trash, junk, and a few treasures. I could have spent the afternoon there quite happily digging. But I managed to have fun anyway in my 15 minutes of alotted time (with my sweet family waiting outside for me. gosh.) Above, an old tin (love that red and blue), old Harker chinaware (I have a matching platter), two mugs that I love the colors of - by Hudson Pottery, which I don't think is vintage, and quite possibly is sold at Lillian Vernon for all I know (but please don't tell me if you do). And it's all sitting on a Couroc tray I found. (I like this piece, and a few others by Courac, but I'm not so sure I'm going to start a collection anytime soon.The coins kind of throw me off.)
And some vintage fabric. I was searching and searching around this shop getting a bit twitchy know that somewhere there must be linens and fabric, and finally found it in my last two minutes. Ah. Thank goodness.
So, you wanna know the best part about rural thrifting?
The grand total for all of the above?