it seems only fitting, right?

that this vintage loving mama, would send her child to a school that is vintage infused.

maybe it was the Pinterest inspired wreath on the door that first caught my eye.

or the old doors with original doorknobs.

or the cast iron bench with perfectly weathered wood and adorable little pillows.

no, no, maybe it was the old furniture they used for the sign-in area.

as if that wasn’t enough, when i walked through the door of the classroom…

i was greeted with old original chalkboards with old wood trim.

and burlap(!)

lots and lots of burlap! (how could we go wrong?)

then the little kid vintage furniture hit me,

lot and lots of vintage kid school furniture. (i nearly fainted)

but, then i noticed something more.

something beyond the old doors, burlap, and vintage furniture.

i noticed the creativity happening.

the wonderful way, in which, the school was teaching the kids,

how to learn all the things around them in the world.

there were no worksheets.

or sit-down-and-listen-to-this-lesson kind of activities.

nope. not at all.

it was all just old fashioned fun.

hands on learning.

with real life tools,

and real life experiences.

so, the children can learn and grow,

and see how things work,

or hear how they sound,

and play while doing it.

so, while i love all the vintage stuff this little schoolhouse has.

i really love the experience it gives my son.

and the message it is teaching him about the world we live in.

of course, it also helps that it has one of the best teachers ever! (we love you Mrs. W) and one of the best preschool directors ever (you, too, Mrs. R)

so, if you’re looking for a cute, creative, vintage, hands-on-learning, fun preschool….go check out this one in Old Towne Orange.

and hey, tell them the furniture finder sent ya! 😉

there was something about this house that took me back.

back into time. a time in which i’ve never lived, but have dreamed of experiencing.

when things seemed a bit more simple.

and life wasn’t as fussy.

when families ate together around the table.

and children played with toys that were carefully made by a craftsman.

when making a pot of hot water took longer than pushing a few buttons on a machine.

now, don’t get me wrong when i say the word simple. i don’t at all mean it to be plain.

it’s a life, a world, filled with richness.

and beauty all around.

it doesn’t hold a monetary value.

but a value that fills up the soul.

like a few hours of solitude under the shade of a tree.

i long for these things. these simple pleasures in life.

where the squeak of an old door means you have a visitor, instead of something that needs fixing.

where neighbors randomly drop by to give you some giant spools because they know you’re crafty and can repurpose them into something great (and yes, this actually happened while i was there. it was awesome and so are those!).

yup. it’s the simple things that make my heart skip a beat.

and help me to just sit back and enjoy the view.

as simple as it may be.

(thank you, R family for giving me a glimpse into your home and your lives. what a beautiful life it is, full of blessings and goodness!)