I was an hour late to lunch. This is how Nat pays me back. Not one cooperative photo. Yet she remains adorable. |
The back room at Bountiful. A wonderland of vintage charm and unique objet. Note the Hydrangeas and hanging plants. |
We hit the street after lunch, and the first place that sucked us in was a home shop called Bountiful (www.bountifulhome.com). Neither of us are big members of the Shabby Chic fan club, but the shops exuberant displays and unique merchandise made us forget all that. Set withing the confines of a former Hardware shop, still with it's original tile floor, the store is literally packed with things, wonderful things, large, small, and gargantuan.
Vintage cake stands (stacked 5' tall on top of tables), chandeliers, lanterns, linens, etageres, bath products, furniture, candles, jewelery and the makings of an endless wish list filled the interior to the gills. They had a great selection of unusual antiques scattered throughout, and, as if there weren't enough beautiful things to look at, the shop was peppered with fresh flowers that had been worked into the displays, giving a little extra decadence to the presentation.
It was all a mix of English and French Country with a little Americana thrown in. As ladies browsed through the labyrinth of rooms, the men they arrived with stayed near the entrance, paralyzed from fear; tapping the smallest wire work basket made one afraid of an impending and financially crippling landslide. It really was a wonderland for someone who appreciates chipped paint, old mirrors and chandeliers...I happen to be just that sort of someone.
Vintage cake stands (stacked 5' tall on top of tables), chandeliers, lanterns, linens, etageres, bath products, furniture, candles, jewelery and the makings of an endless wish list filled the interior to the gills. They had a great selection of unusual antiques scattered throughout, and, as if there weren't enough beautiful things to look at, the shop was peppered with fresh flowers that had been worked into the displays, giving a little extra decadence to the presentation.
It was all a mix of English and French Country with a little Americana thrown in. As ladies browsed through the labyrinth of rooms, the men they arrived with stayed near the entrance, paralyzed from fear; tapping the smallest wire work basket made one afraid of an impending and financially crippling landslide. It really was a wonderland for someone who appreciates chipped paint, old mirrors and chandeliers...I happen to be just that sort of someone.
Amid jewelry and vintage hats, something truly breathtaking; a chandelier hung with equal parts crystals and champagne hued Christmas Ornaments. |
A sideboard scattered with candle sticks and accessories. The mirror reflects a glass front armoire stocked with vintage textiles. |
Bittar's interior, complete with Venice Hipster salesgirls. |
Situated in a remodeled Beach Bungalow with French doors flung open to the Boulevard, the shop is set up gallery style with chic custom cabinets (with button tufted interiors) hung at eye level along one wall, and windows open to the street along another. Natural light pours in, showing the jewelry off beautifully. The exposed rafters and bleached wood floor gave a lofty feeling, while the use of Deco style pendant lights, raised paneling, and hand painted cherry blossoms on the walls added the formality and glamour usually associated with a jewelry boutique. In addition to Bittar's own label, there's also a fun selection of antique jewelry and accessories, most of them small and delicate Victorian pieces.
Stay tuned for part two.
- Ian
Stay tuned for part two.
- Ian
Bittar's cabinets were filled with his elegant pieces, such as this necklace of shell pearls and Lucite studded with crystals. |
Featured just as prominently were his bold styles, like this statement necklace of graduated gold-plated sphere cages. It's very Samantha Jones. |
The window display to the street featured taxidermy Bears dressed in Pearls and Lucite. |
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