O nce a month, the sprawling parking lots and two buildings at the Atlanta Exposition Centers are transformed into a treasure trove of collectibles, antiques, and oddities. It’s home to Scott Antique Market , or “Scott’s,” as locals call it, and I’ve been visiting since 2006, when I first bought a fixer-upper in East Point.

Scott’s is a magical place brimming with vintage lighting, colorful artwork, exquisite furniture, Persian rugs, gleaming pieces of silver, and anything else you might be looking for—or never imagined buying. (That explains the mermaid statue perched on the ledge of our patio, overlooking the herb garden.)

Those sconces that once adorned an old home in Chicago? They’re now a focal point in our living room, since I found them while rummaging through a box of old li

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