These days, I am on a mission.
I have always believed that we have a responsibility to support local businesses.
And no, I'm not talking about your local Target or Wal Mart...
I'm talking about locally owned, independent retailers.
it's all about saving the brick and mortars our nation is built on.
Which is why, now that I call Fredericksburg, Texas my hometown,
I plan to make it my mission to support, encourage and promote
local businesses I admire.
I can't think of a better place to start than with the store that started it all for me...
Homestead
My love of all things vintage began here
and my beloved couch named Babette
was even born here...
I mean...look at her.
Do her curvy, flirtatious lines not call to mind
an, *ahem*, decadent French courtesan?
But back to the store.
The building itself is huge...
three magical stories of pure vintage bliss resides here
My creative aesthetic was formed
walking the aisles of the hallowed Homestead stores
Things I had seen many times before...I began to see in a new light
I was challenged
to dare
to dream
to imagine
to take chances
to see the beauty
in the unconventionally lovely
the romance
in the cast aside
and the possibilities
in the once forgotten
{the incomparable Rose Hicks}
and continues with her progeny and their families
{big props to owner/treasure hunter Tim Bolton}
The next time you are in the Texas Hill Country,
heed my advice and make a pilgrimage
to a store which quite simply gets it right every time...
Homestead and Friends
230 East Main Street
Fredericksburg, Texas
And remember the darling little yellow clock I showed you above?
It made the trip home with me!
Thank you Tim Bolton, and the whole crew at Homestead,
for allowing me to roam about clicking away this week...
You know that I'll be back in soon!
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The winner of my
will be announced Friday...
see you then!