Ivy was my mother. Her basement was a collection of what I considered as a child "priceless" items. There was a train room and a coal room in the basement with every nook and cranny filled with "treasures". Projects and crafts came together before our eyes in the basement and it was an escape from the real world. I, as well as my children, played make believe in the basement and created lifelong memories. My mom, Ivy, did laundry, ironing and sewing in the basement and sang and whistled the entire time. I always relate the basement as a very happy place. My store carries old and new from vintage and antique to modern and contemporary. Please enjoy your "escape" to my basement.
Location: United StatesMember since: Nov 21, 2013Seller: liztarleton