Morning at the Wharf
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Mom and I went downtown to a lovely little shop located at the historic train station district, otherwise known as the Wharf. Appalachian Piecework has started carrying my soaps, and they were having their 1-year anniversary open house, so we took the opportunity to visit for the first time.
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The shop is full of beautiful antique textiles, baskets, and more. Laurie, the shop owner, designs and hand-dyes scarves, weaves linens, and restores old fabrics.
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We loved wandering the rooms and capturing the vignettes she had arranged so perfectly. Bags of unspun wool were tucked everywhere, and fragrant dried herbs hung from the ceiling.
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Mom loved the old quilts that were displayed; it was almost like we were in a museum, yet we could touch the exquisite items.
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We could walk through Laurie's sewing studio nestled in the back of the store; piles of eye-catching scraps were waiting to be stitched into a new masterpiece.
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While we nibbled on homemade cookies, grapes, and apple cider, Laurie and her daughter began arranging my handmade herbal soaps in an antique wash bowl nearby.
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More quilts hung near a large loom in the front room, and a jar of colorful dried flowers adorned a shelf.
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We noticed many old baskets which were made from salvaged wood.
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We enjoyed soaking in the atmosphere and hope to bring family and friends to see, too.