I love antiques

My mother raised me to love antiques.  While we used to kid her about her love of junk treasures, somewhere along the way, I developed the same affinity for other people's discarded stuff.  On the way home from BFFs wedding in early October, my husband and I were in no hurry to get back to Chicago.  We decided to do a little antiquing in Central Illinois.  

Many of these photographs, as you can imagine, require no editorial:

 This man was waiting to greet us at the door.  No, that mutant-minivan is not our car, either. 

This little beauty is a multi-faceted piece.  It is a nautical themed lamp, complete with posts and rope.  Somewhere, a Red Lobster general manager is cursing the loss of these pieces de resistance.  

 Again, there is no such thing has having too many nautical lamps.  

 Amidst the tiny pot-bellied stove, the nun-ish pot bellied stove, a cheery cat and a solemn Native American, there is a feeling of calm exuded by a wild-haired monk.  Living in harmony for sure. 

 My personal favorite.  Jack Daniels.  If I only had a place to put him.  I suppose I don't really need a grandfather clock.  Maybe I just need Jack. 

 Alien cows.  

Probably from their space ship out front. 

 Husband -- in awe of giant party-hat-wearing soft serve. 

I love our adventures :)