This is my Brother Glenn, aka Duke. He works for European Traditions and His birthday was Sept 6th. He turned 53!!! Wow! I can't believe he is that old- he still looks like he did when he was 30!!! Lean, mean, tanning machine! I took a few pictures around the warehouse. The furniture is mostly made in Turkey from salvaged 300 year old wood. They also carry the Theodore Alexander line which is simply gorgeous!
If you remember back a few months ago when I went to clean the tile floors there I said I would show you pictures of it filled with furniture, so now I am. It is the only place that I enjoy dusting- mainly because the furniture is so beautiful and also because there is a huge sense of accomplishment!
The area that they closed off with walls and are using as a showroom stays pretty clean but the warehouse part gets a lot of sawdust and leaves blown around. It can be messy, but also like a treasure hunt. It reminds me of when I would visit my Grandmother Hattie Mae and find any excuse to go down into the basement. It was cool and dusty and dark and mysterious. I would never go down there after dark, except holding my Grandfather Troy's hand.There were shelves filled with canned vegetables and tools of every description. A coal pile looked like treasure to me. Berry picking oak baskets hung from the beams far above my reach.
(This is my favorite sink by the way! ) My Grandmother had an old fashioned ringer washer in the basement that I would beg her to show me- after she finally did~ I was so glad that we didn't have to do that all day! She had a real modern washer and dryer upstairs and didn't even want to think about the old days!
(This is my dream sofa) I have a glass ring that my Grandfather had hanging by an old rusty nail above his tool table. I have kept it for 40 years in my little tiled wooden box that I got at the first craft show I ever went to. It originally had a divider for cards inside, but I took it out to fit more treasure.
My Grandfather was a Tile Mason so anything with tile has special meaning for me. He had a shed attached to the garage with all his left-over tile from jobs he had completed. He would whistle between his teeth and under his breath as he unloaded it from the old Black Ford truck.The memories are all that are left. The house and property long since sold. The garage and basement cleared of everything. The new people who live there know nothing of it's history. I want to write them and tell them before I die, but I resist the impulse. Maybe it's OK for me to let it go. They will make their own history.Hattie Mae smelled of rosewater. She loved flowers and planted a huge garden full of gladiolas and baby's breath and dahlias and mums. She would fill vases with them.
I love the painted pieces that European Traditions sells as much as the stained and varnished. They all have great character. So, the New Grand baby has been born!!! Dylan was 9 lbs 11oz and 21 1/2" long! Lexi delivered him at 10:01 pm on Sept 6th- I wish I could have been there. I will never forget his birthday- being that it's on my Brother's Birthday! What a present!This would look great in his room- wouldn't it? So, I have more pictures in a Flickr set if you want to see more- I need to go make breakfast and get busy on the project I started yesterday. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and if you are ever in Sarasota, stop by the warehouse and say Hi to my Brother! Maybe you could help him dust?