Before the party prepping really got going, we headed out to a place quite near my parent's house called Granny and Grumpas. I know I was just talking thrifting, but this is something all together different. Granny and Grumpa have only occupied this dairy farm for a handful of years, but they are lifetime collectors and have on display one of the largest private collections of antiques I will ever lay my eyes on: an entire farm worth of buildings full of stuff, mostly organized, and almost all for sale (but without prices, so you just have to ask). BARNS FULL, PEOPLE. We showed up with six children which was just fine, because they have a driveway full of vintage (and not) ride on toys, an electric carousel, and two rigged up mechanical ponies. Then Granny brought out the bubbles and popsicles.
I imagine that this is all done so that you can walk around and feel your head explode in peace.
My pictures will never, never do it justice. There were specially curated rooms (below) and then huge spaces filled with player pianos, antique baby buggies and row after row of radio flyer wagons. Just know that my mouth was hanging open involuntarily as I walked through barn room after barn after room. I know this because a bug actually flew into it at one point while I was standing still staring at the salt and pepper shaker room (salt and pepper shaker ROOM).
How am I supposed to pick between 25 vintage and antique toy sewing machines? I walked in there not even wanting one. I didn't even take a photo of the button TROUGH. I will have a master plan for next time. And I'll bring proper hydration and possibly a picnic (even though we were offered pie as we were leaving). One must stay strong and saavy in a situation like this, or you'll end up leaving empty-handed like I did.
Edited to say: Granny and Grumpa's is near Abbotsford, British Columbia. They don't have a website, but I think the address is in the phonebook!
