I was out of town last week visiting my brother and his family. They live in West Simsbury, CT, which is a lovely place. Lots of rolling hills and mountains and lush greenery, and lots of curvy roads that make me carsick. Turns out that riding in a Jeep with it’s top off makes me even more carsick. 

So out on the East Coast, I guess everyone calls garage sales “tag sales.” Doesn’t that just sound so… snooty? Even if the damn sale is in the person’s garage, it’s a “tag sale.” That took some getting used to (all the “tag sale” signs instead of “garage sale” signs) but I got over it quick. I didn’t end up finding any treasures at tag sales, but I did find some treasures. 

A few days into my visit, I went with my sister-in-law to a nearby antique store. She needed to buy a gift for someone and I was thrilled to have the chance to search for treasures in foreign territory. We went to a place called Farms Village Antiques that is across from my favorite place to get ice cream out there, Tulmeadow Farms. 

Here is a picture of this cute store: 

Since it was an antique store, I was ready to face some high prices. One of the first things I spotted was this stack of vintage wrapping paper (of course): 

I could not resist purchasing the paper on top–marked a whopping $4 but sort of worth it, since I usually get vintage wrapping paper dirt cheap. 

I toyed with the idea of buying a few different pieces of sterling jewelry, but in the end, couldn’t bring myself to pay the amount they were asking. 

I was determined to find Erin something in this store, but was coming up empty handed. At the last minute, though, I spied an old scale in the corner. It ended up being an old postage scale, which I thought was pretty cool and different! It, too, was super overpriced, but it’s a good thing I’m such a nice friend. Because I bought it for her. 

Pretty cute, huh? Adam actually tried to get me to keep it! 

-Sarah