I headed over last week to Belmont. One town South of us just a couple of miles down an old Indian footpath. I went there, of course, to see our friends at Ampersand Vintage Modern.

I've gushed about em before. Great folks. Hard workers. Amazing places (see here, and here). Living up here but connected to the South by marriage and by families. With keen eyes and great taste. Taste that aligns with ours pretty well.

So I went over to shoot with some of their most recent finds. The fruit of that labor is up on the site first thing this morning. And I'm going to keep going back as long as they'll have me. Pairing their old things with our new things - both of which will take you back to a place and time in life. Maybe it was helping grandma pick blueberries out in the patch or bottling up lighten bugs in mason jars. Or an old sextet that your great-grandpa had sitting up high on the bookshelf.



Whatever it is, they come across it at some point. And they'll be stewards while it's in their hands. And maybe we'll be lucky enough to catch a picture of it while they got it. At which point it will be packed up and sent on home.