Vintage Treasures1955

Our Story

Welcome to Vintage Treasures 1955.

This didn’t start with a business plan.

It started with me being a mom.

When my kids were little, my husband worked constantly to support us, and I was home with them all day, every day.

I loved being their mom. I loved being home with them. But there were days when the walls felt a little too close and I just needed to get us out of the house.

So I’d load the kids into the car and we’d go.

Sometimes we went thrifting.

Sometimes we went looking at plants.

And somewhere along the way, we started bringing home the half dead ones nobody else wanted.

The sad clearance plants. The forgotten ones. The ones that looked like they had three good leaves and a prayer left in them.

We’d bring them home, clean them up, repot them, love on them and watch them come back to life.

It became our thing.

As the kids got older, I’d ask them, “Where do you guys want to go today?”

Plants or thrifting.

Usually both.

We weren’t trying to create some magical childhood tradition. I was just a mom trying to get through the hard days while still making them good days for my kids.

But those ordinary little days became some of my favorite memories.

And without realizing it, they were also becoming the beginning of Vintage Treasures 1955.

First there were plants covering the windowsills.

Then my husband built me a greenhouse, still one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given.

Then came chickens.

Then art.

Then jars.

Then a blog.

Then a booth.

Then somehow, this entire beautiful, slightly chaotic little world grew around me.

Vintage Treasures 1955 was never created because I sat down one day and decided exactly what kind of business I wanted to build.

It grew out of my life.

Motherhood. Creativity. Exhaustion. Dirt under my fingernails. Kids in the backseat. Saturdays spent digging through thrift stores. Half dead plants coming back to life. A husband who kept believing in my ideas, even when there seemed to be another one every five minutes.

And me.

Always making something.

Always changing something.

Always finding beauty in things other people might walk right past.

For a long time, I thought I needed to figure out exactly what this business was.

Vintage?

Plants?

Art?

Home?

Things that make you laugh?

Things that bring you straight back to another time?

The answer finally became ridiculously simple.

It’s all of it. Because it’s all me.

I love old things with stories.

I love nostalgia that hits you out of nowhere and suddenly you’re eight years old again.

I love beautiful things and weird things and things that make me laugh harder than they probably should.

I love creating spaces that feel like somewhere you want to stay awhile.

And apparently I will always have a soft spot for something a little beat up that still has some life left in it.

This shop has grown and changed right alongside me.

It isn’t perfectly curated.

It isn’t supposed to be.

It’s personal.

It’s a little wild.

It has heart.

And almost everything here connects back to a piece of my life somehow.

Maybe you’ll come here for a vintage treasure.

Maybe you’ll fall in love with a plant.

Maybe something will unlock a memory you haven’t thought about in twenty years.

Maybe something completely inappropriate will make you laugh.

Or maybe you’ll just find something that feels like you.

That’s what I want this place to be.

Not just somewhere you buy things.

Somewhere you feel something.

Because this little shop started during a season when I needed somewhere to breathe.

And somehow, all these years later, it became a place where I get to create that feeling for other people too.

That’s Vintage Treasures 1955.

And that’s my story.

Ela ❤️