On a whim, I stopped at an antique store yesterday. I’m always looking for photo props, and I thought it would be fun to look around. (As much fun as a person can have while having heart palpitations watching her kids touch everything!)
The main thing that made it worth visiting, though, was the smell as I walked in the door. It was as if I had just walked into Grandma June’s house. Such a rush of nostalgia…missing my grandparents and wishing life wasn’t zipping by so fast!
This antique store had room after room of goodies. We walked into a tiny room with such an odd assortment of items. The main piece in the room was a gas stove. I can’t even begin to tell you how perfect this would be for our house. (This distracted me so much, I didn’t even notice the guns hanging beside it!)
I’d imagine a stove exactly like this one once graced our kitchen, right next to the white metal 50’s cabinets and stainless steel countertops that are still there.
This stove has a broiling compartment on the left. This makes the actual baking portion on the right rather small. (Guess they figured out to combine those a bit later.) Shouldn’t matter much to a girl who barely cooks! In our house, the stove’s practically just a decoration anyway.
On top of the stove were the original pamphlets. Who saves pamphlets for 60 years? Somebody who takes very good care of their stove, that’s who! A stove like that has to be in fine working order, right?
And, it’s a bargain!
Think “Mr. Safety Management” Mark will go for it? Or, maybe the more important question is…
When did I get so old I started drooling over a stove?