At every turn ... an adventure
It all began with a rather worn, wooden garden bench. Okay, so maybe it was sixty eight pounds of old bench. It was spotted on my morning run and I just knew the curbside was no place for a bench that still had a story to tell. So I grabbed it, er ... HEAVED it up and yes, clumsily trudged it down the middle of the street in the morning darkness, two and a half blocks home.

It just so happens that in November 2010 I discovered this little shop sitting vacant (enter, memories of a rescued bench!). My nurturing sense thought nothing of pursuing the lease - filling the space with things I love to create and treasures I've found along my way. And so the story of Urban Attic began. Each item you'll see in the shop tells a story; the base of a pedestal rescued from a thrift store shelf, note cards fashioned from scraps of old fabric and unique works of art created by some of the most talented local artisans I know and love.

The mission of Urban Attic is to inspire a second life for a favorite aunt's tattered handkerchief or an old photograph worth honoring in a unique, handmade frame. If you happen upon my shop I hope you'll bring a story of your own to share.

So here's to vagabond discards by the curb and beauty created from remnants of the past. Today I proudly present my little shop with humble gratitude to the people who have surrounded me like angels, working tirelessly to help my vision come into focus. May you all know the place you keep in my heart.