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HOW THE CABIN GOT BUILT
Adolescent summers in the early 1960s were spent in the small northeast Texas town of Sulphur Springs. They were fueled with antique junkets to Canton for First Monday, exploring old, abandoned farm houses in the fields along the back roads to communities like Enloe, Brashear and Birthright with my maternal grandmother. A fastidious tracker of repurposed possessions, Lillian Biggerstaff and her antique collecting cohort Mattie Mae Long would make frequent treks to the city dump to hunt for amber and blue colored glass bottles that once held mysterious elixirs and potions of every sort.
Texas treasures are in my blood. From those formative years, an appreciation of well-worn objects, utilitarian items that were repurposed to lengthen their longevity and even the simple beauty a hand-thrown crockery bowl holding a harvest of fresh picked peaches says “home” to me.
When my daughter, Jamicita was five, my childhood friend, Keith Spear, and I built a diminutive dwelling in my backyard for she and her friends to enjoy. It was a log cabin. Sketched on a piece of butcher paper torn from the wrappings of a slab of barbecue that we were devouring, I pieced together remnants of my childhood in the piney woods with careful detail. That little cabin became the inspiration for collecting.
My wife, Jamie, and I began to hit garage sales, flea markets and estate sales in our neighborhood and beyond. Wherever we traveled, the hunt for vintage household objects became an obsession. Over time, the little log cabin overflowed with objects of every description. And so did the garage, a storage unit and every nook in our small cottage home.
In the fall of 2007, some friends - that had the curse just as badly as we did – suggested that we have a sale to disperse with some of our collection. We rented a small space in Alamo Heights near our home and opened Little Cabin In The Heights for the holidays. We did so well that we kept the small store open for a year. It was with the good fortune of retired parents serving as shopkeepers that the Little Cabin remained open. My father became ill and passed away three years later. Little Cabin In The Heights was shuttered, but not forgotten.
When my public relations firm, Publicity Ranch, began to work with Los Patios on a new awareness campaign for an 18-acre dining and event destination on Salado Creek, I saw that the original greenhouse on the property was vacant. Los Patios proprietors Mary and John McClung offered the space for Publicity Ranch’s new offices. And another idea sprang forth. Little Cabin came to life once more.
With pop up shows held seasonally, The Little Cabin featured repurposed, reused and restored furniture and accessories for the modern home with the patina of cherished heirlooms. And a new "green" twist, a fully functioning greenhouse with plants for home and garden created Gather No Moss, a pop up plant emporium.
Little Cabin embodies comfort for the home offering well-worn selections that pay homage to small town, rural roots deeply planted in urban dwelling. It is my hope that Little Cabin In The heights brings inspiration to all that yearn for that respite in the country, but are deeply planted in a cityscape.
Take a moment and enjoy my posts, blogs and stories that, for me, capture the beauty of objects that have a history to reveal.
And catch the cabin fervor…