March 23, 2013

on dusty, beautiful books...

old timey book love
There's a tiny used bookstore near the laundromat and post office I frequent. I love peeking in there from time to time, going through the many shelves and boxes inside. They have a few racks of books (mostly ragged and worn) for $1, and a couple more filled with books for only .25. Every now and then I find some fantastic items tucked in-between old romance novels and outdated computer manuals.

Last week, as Eisley and I were walking past the bookstore on our way to the park, we quickly surveyed the racks outside to see if there were any good finds. I was able to get her two Christmas books I recognized from when I was a little girl (my favorite things to search for at used bookstores!), each priced at only .25. As we headed inside to pay for them, I noticed two incredibly worn book spines near the top of the $1 shelves and pulled out two books on poetry, both published in the 1930s.

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The colors and typography on the covers of old books really speak my love language. It should come as no surprise that I love old-timey things, and mostly figure I was born in the wrong decade all-together. I think I get this from my mom, who has always had a fondness for vintage, retro things. When I was a girl, I didn't get it…but now, I am the same exact way. My parents have a couple old trunks in storage filled with old clothes, shoes, photographs (many of them tintype) and other things that I can't wait to get my hands on some day. Some of the photos are so old that we have no idea who they are pictures of, even though they are most certainly relatives of ours. It's all so mysterious and wonderful.

When it comes to books, I have started, quite unintentionally, a small sort of collection—including three old copies of Alice in Wonderland. Someday when we have a home of our own, I'd love to have somewhere to display them all (I dream of having an entire wall of built-in bookshelves), but for now I'll set them here and there and mostly out of sight.

These two books definitely gave me the buried-treasure feeling when I found them, though, and I've loved reading through them. What boys and girls read poetry nowadays, anyway? You'd be hard-pressed to find a book like this in modern bookstores—not to mention the poems in the other book, many of which feature a very old-fashioned view of women and romance. (Which I, for one, find charming. A modern woman I am not.)


  1. I am with you on not being a modern woman. :) What lovely find!!! How magical that this book shop is situated in a spot you frequent, allowing for spontaneous glances with possible reward. Ours involve making the conscious effort to go, which takes away some of the magic, methinks.

  2. I am picturing your route to the park and I feel like I would love it! ;) I just love the smell of a musty, dusty old bookstore. They are way too few and far between these days!

  3. Beautiful! I just love finding old books like this.

  4. Oh, so gorgeous! I have very varied and select tastes in vintage. You'll probably never find me drooling over pyrex or a gorgeous old dress but show me photographs, newspapers, posters... a lot of paper products, haha, and knick knacks too and I'm thrilled. I have a family tree going and I've hit as far back as the 1500s on my dad's mom's side. This is where I learned I am Finnish and Swedish!!! Also, I did my searching online and there are many pictures. My one great-grandmother was Selma Victoria Wargstrom and she was *beautiful*!

  5. Love the look of them!

  6. what wonderful finds! i seriously love old books like these, they have so much character and beauty.

  7. I always look for vintage copies of Anne of Avonlee.


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