there is something so fascinating + so hauntily beautiful about old things. their rustic charm + timeless elegance never fails to capture every ounce of my attention - which is why spending a cold, winter afternoon exploring the nooks + crannies of an antique mall makes me positively smitten. whether it be a battered piece of furniture from the early 1900's or a retro set of pyrex dishes from the seventies, i love it all.