Pretty dishes. . .Cups and saucers. . . White linens and beautiful china. . .
There were tea sets. . .
Lavender toile plates. . . Color-coordinated displays. . .
Lovely hand-embroidered linens. . .Treasures of all kinds under glass. . . Shelves filled with wonderful things. . . Sweet yellow shoes for little feet. . .
Old linens that formed a heart. . .Vintage clothing and ribbons and trims and lace. . .A finely crafted collar. . .And a lace cape. . . Shelves filled with thread and laces and trims. . . And beautiful ribbons that had been formed into flower pins. I must confess that I went back again today. An early morning chaplain meeting took me within blocks of this enchanted place. On my way home, as the lunch hour approached, I turned and found my way back once again. Time for lunch. A quiet lunch. Alone this time. And a bit of time to browse and see it once again. I felt as if I were visiting a dear friend. Things had changed. Vendors had come and gone this morning, leaving behind them more wonderful things to see and dream of. Again today I knew I would return often. At least once a month on my way home from my early-morning meeting nearby. Perhaps to shop. Or stop for lunch. Or enjoy the vintage photos tastefully arranged on the walls of the ladies' room!