At the end of every school year, I’d say goodbye to all of my friends for the summer and head for home, which was deep in the mountains of Siskiyou County, California. It was a lot like losing contact with the world for those few months. When I’d return to school, I felt a lot like the new kid, like I needed to introduce myself to everyone once again. And although I loved summer, reading for hours on end, wild strawberry picking, and the occasional visits to the swimming hole, I craved news from my best friend, Lisa. Since we had no telephone, I had to rely on letters from her. And each time one would arrive, it was the best thing I could ever imagine. A gift in my mailbox.
When my BFF Jordan (Okay, I don't actually even know her, but if I did, I know I'd love her) recently announced her Pretty Little Things Club, I had to sign up. I have no idea what she'll be sending every month, but I know it will be lovely. So, every month, I'll be waiting for my mail from Jordan. It won't contain any news, just something sweet. The best thing I could ever imagine.
Stay-at-home mom, Serena Thompson, dreamed of creating a fun and happy little event to sell her vintage and handmade goods. In 2002, she and some friends held the first event in her neighbor’s barn. The sale became wildly popular and began attracting visitors from across the country and recognition in national magazines. Today the event fills the Spokane County Fairgrounds and features hundreds of creatively and carefully curated spaces filled with vintage and handmade goods. Many describe it as a bucket list event, magical, inspirational, and the best vintage & handmade fair in the country. Serena describes it as the happiest on earth.
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