A little bit ago at work, I’d spotted an ad for ‘Neat Pieces’ in Carlton, Georgia and kept it in mind when we visited Watson Mill Bridge Park since Carlton is so close. It is definitely worth the trip! Jimmy, the owner, has amassed a staggering amount of old books (history, war propaganda, vintage picture books, cook books, Harlequin Romance, blaxpoitation paperbacks…); vintage clothing; records; furniture; kitchenware; younameit. We loooved sifting through all this cool stuff!
An English football jersey and a Seattle baseball pennant. What can I say? He looks good in blue.
The attack cat we were warned about. What a beauty!
Not pictured but we were delighted to play songs on the working jukebox in the back.
Jimmy gave us a mini tour of the building, explaining that it was once a bank and still has the original ceiling (photo on the right is the old safe entrance). He keeps an apartment in the back with a bed in the former safe. Ugh, too cool!
We will definitely be visiting again!
Looks pretty cool. I definitely would’ve bought that Lesley Gore LP.
Uh, I know. The prices are very reasonable; we simply didn’t bring cash. We had just enough to nab a bag of books and a few glasses. Next time, we’ll be prepared!
My kind of place. I especially liked the “You Can’t Do Business With Hitler” book, cracked me up! And the doll heads were mildly creepy :)
If memory serves, that was a whole shelf of war propaganda books- the Can’t Do Business With Hitler one cracked me up too.
I would’ve bought that Lesley Gore LP, too… and possibly the bathtub (if I had a home in which to install it). I especially like the attack cat!
Haha, yeah. I dream of having a big ol’ tub one day.
Holy smokes! That place looks awesome!
It’s such a happy thrill to have find a place that’s 100x more amazing than I could’ve imagined! (PS: Love your blog, ma’am!)
What an incredible shop! I love antiquing. These pictures are incredible. They make me want to go out right now!
Antiquing is great- this such a great spot!
Good grief, I could spend days in there.
Me too. There was a whole half a room we didn’t get to comb through.