Saturday Morning Memories & The Origins of Your New Favorite Boutique

It’s Saturday morning - which means it’s garage sale morning - and, even though the sun has just barely peeked through the low hanging oak trees in the back yard, our family (including all three kids) are already up and at ‘em. Today we have five houses on the list that we marked in yellow highlighter in the local paper and map quested the night before- and the biggest blessing? All garages are within a 45 minute radius of our rural home.

Cold hard cash in my mom’s purse - $100 or less because nothing at a garage sale back then cost more than that - and one unified family dream: find treasures.

Treasure looked different to each of us. For my mom, it was expensive home decor sold for a bargain deal, a new floral day dress, or old rusted containers that she could magically turn into Martha Stewart worthy succulent planter pots. For me and my siblings, thrifted treasures included new books, funny trinkets, and if we were really lucky, we would find a basket of used toys. In that moment of family shopping, any toy section at an early 2000s garage sale was the coolest “new” toy we’ve ever seen.

Eventually we all got older and, with age, our hobbies and interests diversified, but the hunt continued. Rock collections, old brass statues, leather goods, quality cotton clothes, and unique home decor was now a treasure for me - useful outdoor gear and funny vintage T-shirts for my brother Trankley - and art supplies, southern living decor, and kids clothes for my sister Shelby.

It was these treasure hunting moments in our neighbor’s front yard that brought us closer to not only each other, but to the local strangers who lived just three houses down from our own.

In that garage you would find older kids explaining to younger kids how to operate their G.I. Joe’s that they inevitably grew out of, grandpas showing someone else’s grandchildren his prized collection of laminated baseball cards, little girls selling lemonade and popsicles to pass the time and cool the summer heat for visitors, and three different women all laughing in unison while sharing stories about their babies to a mother-to-be, all while they browse a section of brightly colored clothing and a high heels collection that would make any girl giddy.

Linen & Dove was born from these little Saturday morning memories - where we embrace the small town joys of selling and buying rehomed treasures, but even more so, the fulfillment and warmth that fills the community through conversation, curiosity, and connection.

Linen & Dove might be new, but the feeling of connection through resell is as old as time itself.

I pray that we can build a community in Boerne that feels like a sunny Saturday morning. One where we show up for the unique personal treasure hunts, but stay to catch up with our newfound neighbors- and the biggest blessing?

All of this can be found within our consignment boutique at 1201 South Main Street, coming July 2026. We can’t wait to see 80 new neighbors set up their week-long closet rentals every Saturday in our storefront in unit 107 - and yes of course, we will always be sure to provide some lemonade.