One of my favorite memories as a child was visiting antique stores with my mother. We usually did this whenever we went on vacation. My dad would stop the car whenever she saw a store that looked promising.
Now that I am an adult, my mother and I have fun visiting antique stores when we travel together. I don’t have a lot of antiques myself, but I do have some special pieces.
Last summer, our family traveled to Prescott, which I blogged about back then in “Antique Junk for the Garden“.