Laurel Way

Getting the booth set for next weekends sidewalk sale. Some items are 20% off until 5/3!

Some of my earliest memories begin at the turn onto Laurel Way.

The road curves gently, shaded by an old tree right in the center that seems to lean in close, as if it's keeping a secret. Every visit felt like stepping into a storybook — the kind with soft watercolor skies and mossy fences, where anything old was treasured and every object had a past. To me, it was pure magic.

On that road was my grandparents’ home, and inside, time slowed down. My grandmother had a gift — she didn’t just decorate with antiques, she lived with them. Well-loved wooden tables held decades of family meals, and delicate china sat proudly in cabinets like royalty. Every piece had a story, and she told them as if they were old friends.

She also took me antiquing — not just shopping, but treasure hunting. Early mornings, tucked into quiet antique shops and dusty barns, she showed me how to look past scratches and wear to see beauty, craftsmanship, and history. She taught me that old things aren’t outdated — they’re layered with life.

A few years ago, when I began creating my own antique and vintage booth, there was never a question about what to call it. Laurel Way isn’t just a name — it’s a feeling. It’s the memory of turning down that tree-centered road, knowing something wonderful waited at the end. It’s the warmth of my grandparent’s home, filled with character, charm, and stories in every corner.

This little booth of mine is my version of that magical place — where the past is cherished, beauty is rediscovered, and every piece is waiting to begin a new chapter in someone else’s home

Hey Red Bluff, a fresh batch of furniture before they make their way to the booth in Redding in a day or two. Message me to hold or come see in person 🤗

Buy the antiques!!