The first time we drove through the Mohawk Valley, we got lost. We drove by an old barn on the side of the road with acres of furniture, statuary, and old machinery weathering in the surrounding pasture. Inside, the barn was filled to the rafters with things. We were mesmerized and spent three hours walking about before getting back into our car to complete the trip to New York City.
After we moved to the farm, we often wondered about this place. The country roads are so twisting and turning and often so desolate that unless you’ve paid attention you might never find your way back to the same spot. It took us three years of living on the farm full time before fate took us down this road again.
Kip and his wife Judith are the owners of Wood Bull Antiques. They were both former students of the Rhode Island School of Design and are probably the most creative people we’ve ever met.
When we built the dining room table for the farmhouse, we needed 14 chairs to place around it. Kip climbed up to the top of the barn, walked across the beams as sure-footed as if he were on the ground, and in a matter of minutes sat 18 chairs on the ground for us to look it.
Those mismatched green chairs still play host to everyone who sits down to dinner with us at the farm (and you can even see them in some of the photos in this book), and you can find some of Kip’s best vintage pieces in our own Mercantile in Sharon Springs.
Kip knows he’s invited to our table at any time, but he also knows that we’d be just as happy sitting down at one of his.