innocent young maiden

i’ve been illin’ for a little while and haven’t been to a thrift store.  popped in yesterday for a quick spin around right before closing.

it was worth it to find a 50¢ treasure.

the miniature swedish wooden doll.

she looks like an innocent young maiden.

kinda reminds me of me.

except for that innocent part.

ok, and that young part.


i’ve expanded my pillow repertoire.

i made a round pillow.

with a covered button even.

with TWO covered buttons.

i’m not a fan of buttons on pillows.

i like a pillow accoutrement-free.

who wants to lie on a pillow and get a button mark on your face?

not me.

but in this case it was necessary.

this will not be a pillow to snooze on.

it shall be a pillow to admire from afar.

especially when you’re drowsy.


made with all vintage fabrics.

i tried to make it “fall-ish.”

it turned out a tad granny-ish.

i could like the back better than the front.  it’s an ombre marimekko fabric.  the name on the selvedge is “selänne.”


(oh, and what’s that i mentioned about snow when i got my new computer?  yup, we got snow.  snow in october.  snow of historic proportions. thankfully my section of the state was spared from the most damage and most accumulation.  we only got a dusting.)

but still.

if this is any, ANY indication of what’s to come….


thrifted a $4 screenprint cuz i liked it.

not signed or anything.

it’s probably just something you can buy at pier 1 imports, but i wouldn’t know cuz i never go into retail stores anymore.

i can’t tell if it’s a rip off from georges braque or what.  cuz it’s similar.  but it ain’t quite right.

the colors are decidedly different.

and the spacing between the 2 panels of birds is different.

mine looks like it was individually printed.  but my eyes is bad.

this is the georges braque.

this is mine.

like i said, i like it.

i don’t know what it is, but i like it.

smile and say…


vintage wheaton cheese shaker.

so, cheese.

let’s talk about cheese.

cheese, glorious cheese.

cheese = dairy and last you knew i didn’t eat dairy.

i had proclaimed myself a vegan.

but sometime this past spring i started to introduce some old foods i couldn’t eat back into my diet.

foods i haven’t eaten in 6+ years.

first i tried avocado.

and my throat didn’t close up.

and i was happy.

so i ate avocado all through the spring and the summer and the fall and all was good.

and then mid-summer i decided to give cheese a try.

i started with goat cheese.

and my throat didn’t close up.

and i consumed an entire log in one sitting.

maybe all of 10 mins.

i just ate and ate and ate it.

and then i tried the cow’s version of cheese.  some swiss cheese made in finland with cows who eat grass and who don’t get pumped full of antibiotics.

and dayum – that didn’t close my throat either, and dayum – it was delicious.

so i’ve been eating cheese intermittently for a few months.

you name it, i’ve eaten it.

goat cheese, goat cheese with cranberries, goat cheese with blueberries, herbed goat cheese, havarti, swiss, gouda, brie, fresh mozzarella.

all friggin’ delicious.

i’m torn though.  i don’t want to eat cheese.  i don’t want to eat any more animal products.

have you seen the movie forks over knives?

actually, i haven’t seen the movie.  stupid netflix.  it’s been at the top of my queue for 2 months stating “very long wait.”  that is a LONG time to be waiting.  and why must it be ME who has to wait this long?  who gets first dibs on the movie is what i wanna know.  rude.

i think the gist of the movie is don’t eat animal products for the love of gawd or you’ll die of cancer of the everything.

i hear the movie is controversial.

who knows anymore?

what i do know is sometimes cheese tastes so darn good.

but eating whole packages of cheese by yourself in one sitting can make you large.  large and not in charge.

perhaps this is an instance where eating in moderation is key.  isn’t that what everyone tells themselves as an excuse to eat the stuff that’s bad for you?  i don’t like excuses.

but i do likes me some blueberry goat cheese.

ironically, i have NOT eaten parmesan cheese despite now owning the quintessential mod parmesan cheese shaker.

but it’s a good-looking retro piece of glassware, right?


the LAST thing in the world i want is anything butterfly-themed.

(ok, maybe not LAST.  cat stuff is worse.)

but butterflies?  no thank you.

they’re just not for me.

i suppose i’ve seen some OK butterflies done right.  heck, i even thrifted a single brass butterfly wall hanging thingie now that i think about it.

so i’m a liar.

ok, let’s put it this way, as a general rule i’m not a fan of the butterfly in decor, on fabrics, on tee-shirts, pink and purple butterfly themed bedrooms, you know what i mean.

but then…

i was drawn in.

in a vast sea of terrible handbags hanging along the goodwill wall, what’s that i see poking out looking all needlepointy and handmade and 70s retro and tempting?

the lure of the vintage butterfly needlepoint tote bag called to me.

and i answered her $3.99 call….


back 100 years ago when i had a life i skied the mountains of st. anton in austria.

oh, the fun.

oh, the slivovitz.

that stuff will kill ya, but while in austria….ya drink what the locals drink.  or what the locals want the tourists to drink so they can see them make fools of themselves.


did i bring back any cool souvenirs while i was there?

no.  it never occurred to me.

i think i brought a shotglass home.

so when i saw this book at goodwill i knew i had to have it.

it’s vintage.

vintage austria!

this is just what the area looked like even though this isn’t st. anton.

i’ve skied that sh*t!  and one day it was in blizzard conditions!  but mostly it was sunny and wide open and beautiful just like this.

kinda makes me miss the slopes.  i haven’t skied in a dozen (or more) years!

and look – there’s a pic of me giving a mud treatment massage.  how’d that get there?

it’s really brownie batter.

and me in the healing caves in my white bikini.

and ellen degeneres in green.

with the crazy eyes.

check out the mod chairs.

(the pastil chair, designed by eero aarnio, 1968.)

this was also the first time i drank hot spiced wine.

between the slivovitz and the hot spiced wine, maybe this trip turned me into an alcoholic.

like everyone else there.

it’s lucky for you folks i made it out alive.  and no, not cuz of the drinking.  the day we left there was an avalanche that killed 7 people.  no lie.

(way to turn this post into a downer.)

great scott!

no, it’s a wee scot.

a teeny tiny scottie dog.

on a teeny tiny ashtray.

vintage, hand-painted, made in japan.

i must have a scottie dog theme night using my scottie dog cocktail glasses with my scottie dog ashtray.

it shall be grand.

no, it won’t.

it’ll be the opposite of grand.

it’ll be me and a box of wine, using the ashtray for discarded olive pits is what it’ll be.