Mary Randolph Carter’s New Book Title Is A Collector’s Mantra
Mary Randolph Carter knows the frisson of discovery at tag sales and antique shops. After all, she’s written the book (and blog) on junking. In her newest, she extolls the virtues of living with your treasures. “There are so many reasons to say, I don’t need this or I don’t have a place for this. If there’s a place for it in your heart, there’s a place for it in your home,” she writes.
You’ll have a chance to chat with the junk maven on Saturday, May 31. Carter will be in Millerton at Hunter Bee, for a meet and greet with readers from 4-6 p.m.
Think you don’t have a place for that? Think again. These collectors did.
New Orleans antiques dealer Allain Bush displays some of her favorite things in the kitchen of her Garden District carriage house, where she can watch them, instead of the pot, while waiting for water to boil. They include a pair of cast iron sconces that came from one of city’s oldest buildings and a lovely portrait that came from her husband’s family. The non-kitchen-y treasures presumably add incentive to avoiding fried foods.
Though it sounds like a notably aggressive insect, Hunter Bee is, in fact, the apt name of an antiques shop in Millerton owned by Kent Hunter and Jonathan Bee that trades in the narrative-rich oddities the couple collect themselves. Here, photographed in their home, an overflow crowd of bottle stoppers and openers topped with carved comic figures.
In the Saratoga Country, New York bedroom she shares with her husband Dick, Jennifer Lanne treats her cowboy boots as a collection, lined up with their toes tucked under a fainting couch that’s been stripped to its frame. The boots’ rugged, geometric patterning plays off the more “girly” floral textiles of the comforter and toss cushions, mostly flea market finds.
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