Springfield, Georgia

Living in the South is really a big difference from living in the North.  

Other than the sweet tea and the Southern Charm, it takes some getting used to to realize you live in a city, then fifteen minutes away is the country.

Last Thursday, we went on an adventure that ended up taking us to Springfield, Georgia, whose main street was all antique stores.  

I was in heaven.

Store after store, we picked through the, usually, cluttered racks like our very own episode of American Pickers, bargaining with the shop owners, as most pieces didn't have prices.

Needless to say, we walked away with some pretty great things.  I got lots of jewelry for the shop, a few trinket boxes and a new lamp for my apartment, and, my favorite find of the day, two 1950s end tables at $20 for the set.

Currently, the tables are on my balcony, having just gone through the first round of renovations to revival. 

We plan on going back, of course, and going farther in the countryside.  These small towns are really hit or miss (Claxton, Georgia, the Fruitcake Capital of the World, was a definite miss.  We found a cockroach so big you could saddle it and ride it around the shop, but we did find some really good barbecue [not in the same place, don't worry]).