There's Just Something About a Ruin

 Last week, my husband and I took our son, Jack, on a college visit. Truth be told, I think he was really more excited about stopping here on the way home. This wreck of a building was once a fabulous department store in a small town not too far from where we live. At some point, there must have been a fire. The upper floors are open to the sky. And home to pigeons. I am a little surprised that the place hasn't been condemned. But it is so crumblingly romantic!


The middle floors are decorated like something out of the latest Anthro catalog; just add model and you're all set:

But this is what Jack really wanted to see -- an entire floor of vintage vinyl. After an hour's sorting, we lugged home a big stack of  78s -- all jazz, his favorite. And the owner was so kind! A twinkle in his eye as he priced them out for us. Jack can't wait to get back to look some more. And I'm happy to go, too, just to soak up the atmosphere! Have a favorite destination you'd like to share? Leave a note and tell us about it! xo