Saturday, August 21, 2010

Camp or Cottage?

Our lakeside summer home has always been ~ "the Cottage".

When Aunt Margaret married Uncle Bob, and went to live in Vermont, she quickly adopted his way of calling the family cabin in the woods ~ "Camp".

Being an Easterner transported to California, I was thrilled to discover a shop in near-by Carmel Valley devoted to Camp and Cottage Lifestyle.

So, whenever I would get homesick, I would put on pink Minnetonka moccasins, and head out to Carmel Valley for a fix.

An old clunker of a truck was always parked out front of the shop, which consisted of a conplex of red clapboard farm sheds, which contained Molly's eccletic collection of: Adirondack, Twig and Hickory furniture; worn brown leather club chairs; primitive oil paintings;

Beacon and Hudson Bay blankets;

Feedsack pillows with colorful graphics, canoe paddles;

Skookum dolls; rustic lighting; birchbark souvenirs; baskets; vintage turquoise and silver trade pieces;

and other sundry trinkets. Tiny balsam bags with the scent of the forest were a popular take -home item.

The shop and yard are now empty, and a sign is posted which announces that the owner, Molly, has moved South. Come September, I see a road trip in my future.

Savoring my last few sunsets by the lake,



  1. That looks like such a lovely place. i can see why you go there. I didn't realise the CA /.East coast difference there in words. Curious isn't it? I love Carmel valley, btw.

  2. I really admire this camp/ cottage vacation style of decor too. As more and more of us live in the city, it reminds us of when we were young, and life away from the stress of the city. I especially like the burlap sack with the Indian is perfect for this type of room. Great post.

  3. What wonderful photographs....I'm especially taken with the one of the truck....just love old trucks...Carmel Valley is a gorgeous place!

  4. I think I would love visiting this place, there are some gorgeous things in those photographs. I like the burlap sacks.

  5. When I was a kid almost the only coffee you could get it the UK was a sticky brown essence called 'Camp' - it had lots of chicory in it. The label however was wonderful - a soldier in a kilt with an Indian servant handing him coffee on a's amazing how design from bottles, boxes of matches and other stuff like feed sacks becomes part of our visual vocabulary from an early age