More Adventures With Eloise, Pronounced E-Lois

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Yesterday was a bright sunny warm day, the kind of day where you could BELIEVE that the season between winter and summer had actually arrived, even on the Frozen Tundra.

Eloise called me up and said, "Let's go to that little shop I was telling you about the other day."

Well - - - I'm always game for an adventure of the shopping kind, and especially with Eloise - - - so away we went.


This particular shop was out in the country a ways - - - out in the QUIET country - - - so it was aptly named "Quiet Star Country Collectibles."


First thing I noticed as we turned in was the gorgeous quintessential Wisconsin red barn. I was HOPING the shop was in the barn - - -

It was not.

It was in this cute little red side building. Eloise is beckoning us to come in. Oh let's do!!


Inside we meet Lori, the proprietoress. Isn't she photogenic? I am a tad jealous since I'm notorious for looking horrible in photos.

What, you don't believe me??? I am selective, SELECTIVE in which photos I allow to go on this blog!! But I digress.

Miss Lori's quiet little shop is only open on selective days of the year - - - several days in the spring, several in the fall, and several around Thanksgiving. That's all. Either get there then, or miss out.


And oh would you EVER miss out! What a darling little shop. It was an eclectic blend (and you KNOW we love eclectic around here!) of antiques and collectibles. There was a new "ooooo" or "ahhhh" around each corner.


Miss Eloise takes me to these wonderful little shops - - - she spends ten dollars or less - - - while I break out the old checkbook and go wild and crazy.

Here are the results of my craziness yesterday:


A tin breadbox. I've been wanting one of these for quite a while - - - and you have YOURSELVES to thank for tempting me so with YOUR photos of breadboxes on YOUR blogs.

There never seems to be room in my pantry to store a loaf of bread without squashing it flatter than a frog under the front tires. So I've been coveting a breadbox of my very own.


VOILA!!!! A rust-red tin breadbox, and I've even moved in already.


Two framed prints for my laundry room/half bath wall.


These just screamed "Wisconsin" at me, and the price was right - - - so I brought them home.


Now Beauregard Bearski doesn't look quite so nekkid and lonely on the porcelain throne.

AND, mama's happy - - - we all know how important THAT is.

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