How excited were we the other day when we decided to follow the smallest of signs pointing us to a mysterious back alley shop and after losing our way between old brick buildings and wandering into workshops we finally stumbled upon the Olde Engine Works Antique Mart!
One of our favorite things to do on a lazy day while we lived in Georgia was to hit up all our favorite antique marts. There was the one near Hooters off 41, which we hit up regularly due to it's proximity to Laura's workplace. That's where we found our Benjamin Franklin bust amongst other little treasures still stashed around the house. The infamous traffic signal debacle, where Laura convinced the guy not to sell me this amazing piece so that she could surprise me with it later on. I was actually pretty mean to the dude, but that happened at an amazing shop on route 41 right near the Big Chicken. And the one tucked away in the back of a strip mall on the corner of 92 and Canton Highway. I think that's where we got our green breakfast table, the one we hold so dear. Then there was another favorite further down 92, where it meets Bells Ferry, and where we both, on separate occasions, picked out the exact same lamp without knowing the other had ever seen it. It now hangs over our bed. So, yes, it's safe to say we enjoy "antiquing" even tho it sounds like something my Mom does (hi Mom, love you).
So you can only imagine how quickly our faces changed from probable blank canvases to smiles ten feet wide as we entered this humongous warehouse chalk full of treasures and riches and prize finds!
And even tho we were pretty hungry at that moment, we managed to spend a good hour or two scouring each nook & cranny for things to tickle our fancies.
Days like that make us wanna be millionaires. I guess being a millionaire any day would be nice tho.
I just thought this guy was creepy is all.
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