We’ve passed this place a dozen times or so when we go to the casino in Bad River.
It’s always been on my Bucket List of places to stop at, but it’s always seemed to be closed when we passed by. Thankfully, that streak ended when we took out little vacation (farther~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneyem>) up north.
I just love antiques and Rick & I just happen to be fans of certain TV shows (“Antiques Roadshow” and “American pickers” to name a couple~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneyem>) plus we love auctions, so we’re sometimes drawn to unique stores.
And really, how could you not~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneyem>~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneystrong> want to stop here? The place practically screams at you!
Frank Boudreau is the curator of this particular establishment and he fit the decor quite well. His long grey beard, as well as his soft spoken voice made him blend into the background of his shop as if he belonged with the collection of antiques that he was selling.
To tell the truth, I missed him when I first walked into the store.
But I certainly didn’t miss this guy. A real genius created this work of art!
I found quite a few items I loved, but the price tags for most of them were a little out of my range.
But these metal chickens just had~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneyem>~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneystrong> to come home with me! Once I can stop admiring them on my deck, they’re heading for the rock garden.
Of course, their not as bad ass as Jenny~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneya>‘s giant metal chicken Beyonce~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooney~sandyrooneya>, but a person has to start somewhere, right?