New in Our Catalog

We've got an amazing cast iron stable sign from Indiana, a cast iron "frog" fountainhead from St. Louis, a pair of smaller cast iron Japanese cranes and a large zinc crane in old paint.

A small vintage cast metal flamingo, a cast stone set of chickens and chicks. 

  

Several sets  of iron hitching posts and tops, a 1930's French patio set, a great old red cast iron table with wooden slab top,  a faux bamboo side table, pair of ornate vintage plaster pedestals, a metal side table hand painted with lilies of the valley, a set of four plaster wall cherubs and many, many more new items.

My Travels with Nancy

The first few days of the Nashville show, sales were soft  and the weather was hard. So, on Friday night we plopped ourselves into the well-worn green leather chairs of the Oak Bar, our cozy "clubhouse" away from home hidden downstairs in the historic Hermitage Hotel with our friends Marty and Kaye of the Finnegan Gallery for a little attitude adjustment.

  

We all shared a bowl of southern style boiled peanuts with our cocktails. Sorry, but "ICK". Kind of reminded me of some larval thing I saw Andrew Zimmern choke down in Botswana. 

The "Oak Bar"

They're a nice texture though, if you're not wearing your good teeth. I'm afraid I have to add this particular delicacy to my southern food "no fly" list that also contains chitterlings and the almost always "cooked to gray" collard greens.  After we all washed our mouths out with Bourbon, we were rewarded with an amazing pan-fried chicken liver appetizer served on a bed of rice grits, country ham cracklin's, sorghum seeds and kumquat preserve.

  

After a much busier Saturday, we happily joined Paulette and John of Dawn Hill Antiques and Jimmy and Michael of Antique American Wicker for a fun dinner at Marche' Artisan Foods. It's occupies a hip space that used to be a telephone switching office  just north of the river on Main Street. They serve breakfast, lunch and dinner most days and have a very creative "slow food" kind of menu with great prices.

  

Nancy and Michael both had the Berkshire hog porchetta (a crunchy, salty, garlicky, baseball sized knob of roast suckling pig) with fennel and pear Mostarda, I had the hanger steak on a bed of sauteed cannellini beans, roasted mushrooms and salsa verde. While we enjoyed our dessert of homemade coconut cake and cups of espresso, we were treated to the delicate ballet of several mildly intoxicated diners trying to instruct one sober tow-truck driver in the art of extricating a car from atop a parking backstop after it had failed to navigate the less than 1"of snow coating the parking lot.

  

As usual, it was an fun and entertaining trip, but it's great to be home.

  

See you in soon,

Beau