Getting through the summer is no mean feat, and I find myself buying a lot more crap in July and August than I do any other time of the year, if only for the distraction. Recently I've found an amazing place to shop for really great stuff, but I can't tell you where it is. And I should explain, before troubling you any further, that by "really great stuff," I mean old things — lamps, framed daguerreotypes, throw pillows hand-stitched with the image of a dancing lobster — that are just this side of being true antiques. And by "shopping" I actually mean browsing, because none of this... More >>>