Heather F

Winter estate sales aren’t exactly common around here, but then again, neither are homes like this one. We’ve never been the type to let snow stop us from uncovering the good stuff, and this upcoming sale is proof that some of the best finds are hiding quietly, waiting for the right moment (and the right boots). This house is very much a time capsule. Not polished. Not staged. Just lived in, and filled with pieces that span decades, styles, and moods. And tucked throughout are some seriously...

A love letter to the church cookbook, the women who wrote in the margins, and the stories that still rise like dough in every kitchen. I’ve always had a soft spot for those spiral-bound church cookbooks. You know, the kind with cloudy white plastic rings that never quite close, printed by the Lutheran Basement Women (what?) or the ladies of St. Paul’s Methodist to raise money for the roof fund. They’re always a little funky, a little smudgy. My grandma had a whole shelf of them, and over the...

It never fails. Many times, the very first thing people say when they call us is, “We don’t really have antiques… just normal stuff.” And I always smile, because truth be told — normal stuff sells! Sometimes even better than the “fancy” antiques. At our last estate, there was plenty of beautiful décor, but the real showstoppers were the things from the 1980s and ’90s. You know the look — Americana and primitive styles, heart-cut shelves, berry wreaths, country cloth dolls, and wall hangings...