My name is Mae. I'm 14 years old and for as long as I can remember, my family has been all about antiques. My home is decorated with rusty relics and structural treasures. Instead of mass printed pictures, there are tin signs and wooden shutters hanging on our walls. Instead of picture frames and candles, we have rusty gears and empty bottles on our mantle.
My Dad, Marcus, loves antiques more than anybody else I know. He makes house calls, searches the internet, browses thrift stores, snoops through antique shops and digs through garage sales finding bits and pieces of history to repurpose.
My family runs a small town antique mall. The mall has three floors loaded with relicts. You walk through the ancient door and see a beautiful old store counter with a prehistoric cash register on it. The wood floors are patched and splintering, the ceiling is warped and the paint is pealing. The stairs creak when you walk on them. It smells like dust. It is one of my very favorite places in the whole wide world.
In the summer time, when I'm out of school, I work at the mall on Fridays with may dad. I meet all kinds of characters and see all kinds of amazing things! My younger brother, Will, is not old enough to work at the shop yet but he loves old things too. My mother, Tanya Lee, does all of the paperwork and behind the scene things for the shop but without her, the place wouldn't run.
This blog is a document of all the finds and discoveries my family makes as well as the story of how our love for old things has come to be. We are true antiquers Antiquing was my parents passion long before anybody was doing it on TV. Prepare for a look at the real life of an Antique Shop family.
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