A friend decided it was time to introduce me to the world of Texas antique shops. Destination: Brenham, just an hour west on 290.
Brenham is charming, a little downtown of turn-of-the-century (turn of the last century, that is) storefronts. it's like a piece of Americana, the type of small-town feel that one only gets in mid-America. It's that certain ambience that doesn't exist out where we live in suburbia.
The streets were lined with antique shops. They clearly aren't about making big money; signs all indicated that most would be open at 10 a.m, yet when we arrived — just after 10 — most were still closed. So we popped in where we found an open door and a friendly face. Some stock lovely vintage furniture, others stock kitsch. I loved both; what, after all, is better than a day full of nostalgia? I loved flipping through old 45's, dishes and glassware, fragile fabrics and cowboy-themed memorobilia.
I came home with my arms full — two classic kitchen canisters, a set of enamel-ware, and my favorite find: a kitchen bowl with a Dutch-like pattern. The attraction? It is a pattern I grew up with, as both my mother and my grandmother had dishes with this pattern. It was my dad's ice cream bowl; he ate a bowl of ice cream every night before bed in this bowl. (And yes, as the girls noticed, it is definitely much too big for ice cream. Not that anyone is commenting ...)
Yet another day that makes me feel more at home here in the Lone Star state.
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Sounds like fun! I love going to Cherokee Antique Row in St. Louis which sounds a lot like the area where you were shopping.
This reminds me that I haven't antiqued for a while. I usually wait until it's cooler since most places don't have air conditioning!
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