When I was a kid, I loved going to The Hardware Store in Caste Village with my Dad.
Today it's hard for me to pass a Hardware Store without stopping. Upon entering, one whiff of that-old-time-hardware-store-smell takes me right back. It's a combination of fertilizer, oil, and history; and it hints at the treasures waiting to be discovered.
Recently during our ReMe Retreats Planning Session, we indulged in a brief field trip to Brown's Hardware in nearby Mt. Gilead. What a treat! Joe and Misty made us feel welcome, and they indulged us in a behind the scenes tour with plenty of time for photos. A few of them follow:
|LOVE this piece!|
Each drawer is crafted
from a vintage cheese box.
|A full service store, with a touch of irony.|
|At the end of this aisle, in the middle of the steps,|
is a door that led us to a
|...of an area that seemed to be frozen in time.|
|Seemingly random parts and pieces.|
|If these walls could talk!|
Given its abandoned feel,
by nature a little bit creepy.
NOBODY puts Baby
in the corner!