I never go in with a plan. You really can't these days when out perusing the wares of antique dealers. It seems, at least out here in the West, that all of the good primitives have fallen into a black hole.
The more an item shows its history, the better. I love that the cupboard in my kitchen is missing the crown molding along one side where it used to cozy up to a wall... even though the missing molding is on the wrong side for its current home.
Usually, what I'm REALLY after when I go to a big antique show, is some time to be ME with nobody getting hungry or needing help with homework or even cuddle time. Freedom from responsibility goes a very long way to fuel my burners. Especially when I get to surround myself with old things.
Oh, and we can't forget kettle corn. Kettle corn is pretty important too.
This time I came home with three lovely old frames that will show up some day on a pattern cover and a pair of sweet old and completely worthless scissors that wouldn't cut if their life depended on it.
What do you look for when you go treasure hunting?
Why yes I did!
What a horrible friend I am.
And to let you know exactly how much of an imp I can be, I'm tempted to not even say a word more.
But I won't leave you hanging. Because I want you to keep coming back. I like you that much.