For years I've driven past the "Summerland" exit. Always wondering what was up there but never taking the time to actually go. The name made me assume it was a town of bathing suit boutiques, sunscreen huts, and beaches. Turns out Summerland is a gold mine of unique one-of-a-kind antiques and vintage finds. The shoppes felt more like art galleries and provided hours of inspiration. Click "read more" to see them for yourself.
A local rug shop with everything but local products. Rugs hailing from Persia, Arizona, Egypt and more adorned every inch of this shop.
"Just Folk" a quaint American folk art gallery that feels more like a country home.
*How I think I look when I go fish shopping*
*Sigh* more "June Gloom".