The Beginnings

Rediscovering the Lost Treasures: A Journey of a Nostalgic Hoarder

As a self‑proclaimed detective of the lost and the forgotten, my life often feels like a never‑ending episode of Antiques Roadshow—with one small twist: I’m the only contestant, and the real prize is the satisfaction of finding that one sock that mysteriously vanished in the wash. You know the one. Probably abducted by aliens. Or it simply decided to start a new life as a dust bunny.

Why do I do this? Because someone has to save the world from the quiet tragedy of clip‑on earrings languishing in a box, the teak table that just needs a little elbow grease, or the painting buried under decades of fly poop and—lawd only knows—what else.

And honestly, who doesn’t want a good laugh while rediscovering nipple warmers from the 1970s? It’s like opening a time capsule packed with bad decisions and truly questionable fashion choices.

The Thrill of the Hunt

Every day is an adventure in my treasure‑hunting escapades. From rummaging through thrift stores to scouring my own house, from being called to auctions (or called out at auctions), to being invited to the occasional “rat house” for some goodies from years gone by—there’s always something waiting to be found.

My poor husband can attest that I only take him to the best places on these so‑called “dates.” I do promise breakfast or dinner. Eventually.

In the end, life is far too short to let good items gather dust. And yes—places like IKEA, Leon’s, and Homesense are great. I love them too. But there’s something undeniably special about a vintage piece in your home. It brings warmth, history, and sometimes sentimentality.

Your grandmother’s dishware, chipped from the time you bumped the counter just a little too hard. The brass recipe box stuffed with handwritten recipes no one in their right mind would attempt nowadays. (I’m looking at you, aspic.)

All this long‑windedness, and I haven’t properly introduced myself.

Hey y’all, I’m Jodi.

Owner, operator, and enthusiastic filler of Weekenders Vintage in the beautiful village of Warkworth—Warkworth, Ontario, that is.

A proud magpie for the pretty… and the pretty weird.

Thanks for sticking around this long and heres to some better postings in the future.