Markets of New England

This Saturday (with any kind of luck it will be clear and dry), we will welcome Christine Chitnis for her book signing.  We are most excited about this book…I believe you will be too.  I would love to think that this dear, small gem might be tucked into every bike basket in New England.  For those of you, like myself  who haven’t put air in your bike tires since 1955, you might just tuck “Markets of New England” in the glove box of your electric car.  How about that word “glove box”…now that is a blast from the last century, but what else does one call that catch-all filled with worn maps and old chewing gum papers?

One-of-a-Kind Kantha Jackets

Now, when I am not walking the acres of Brimfield or shopkeeping or gardening or cooking up a five-course meal or divorcing one husband or the other, I can be found most often in my studio whipping up goods for the store.  I will say (with not much modesty) I adore these jackets!  One size fits most (my kind of sizing) and wouldn’t you just be the smartest one ever hitting all the markets of New England in your very own one-of-a-kind jacket from our store!

Brimfield and a Mighty Fine Sign

It must have been a Tuesday when I loaded up the granny cart in the way-back of Big Jane and headed up the Mass Pike for Brimfield.  I took with me: water, pockets of cash, two pair of shoes, the odd sweater, and my dear friend John Ross.  We wandered the fields searching for the best reasonable treasures and instead found things to be outrageously priced.  We ate peanut butter and apricot jam sandwiches wrapped in old- fashioned wax paper just like school lunch time (these a gift of John). At the very end of the day, after bags of salty sweet popcorn, we then managed to wrap our lips around a quite fantastic pulled pork sandwich.  My granny cart was pretty much empty, my stomach reasonably full of all the sorts of things one might justify eating while tramping around a couple thousand acres of antiques or antique wannabes!