1st Prize

Remember, I'm on a bit of a quest.  One of our local antique malls, Mission Road, used to be a pretty reliable spot for, well, good stuff.  Occasionally you would find something really terrific.  As with most antique malls, there is a lot of junk, but that is also fun and I've certainly bought some of that, too.

Sadly, the last few times I have been, things have really disintegrated.  From a style perspective.  And while I'm not a provenance purist, if you are going to call yourself an antique mall, I think your things should be at least vintage.  Or older.  New, I have a problem with.  

But, I was trolling around there last weekend, and I did bee-line back to a new booth that had piqued my interest on the previous visit.  It's a little wonderland in what amounts to the back alley of the mall.  

Steve Rogers has set up a little mecca amidst the horrid, hand-rubbed reproductions.  

And, as chance would have it, he was there when I was there.  This is a man with a passion.  And a family.  And a full time job.  You can see from the images that he has rounded up wonderful architectural pieces, intriguing objects, trends and classics alike.

An absolute delight to visit with, Steve and I discovered we are both from Tulsa, though I am much older.   He calls his little piece of paradise Prize, and it is aptly named.

Go.  Turn a blind eye to the poor reproductions.  Keep your head down.  Focus.
Keep your eye on the Prize.