i get to bellyachin’ the thrift stores are dried up, there’s no good stuff anymore but truthfully, i am thrilled to go thrifting and come home having spent 25¢.
to wit, one fork to add to my interpur set of flatware.
seriously, that makes me happy.
(to wit? when have i ever used “to wit” in my life? what am i, an attorney all of a sudden?)
but christmas week was well, like christmas.
i had seen this photo recently and immediately thought, now THAT is some STYLE.
that artwork! that black wall lamp! those chairs!
don’t get me wrong, i see TONS of great decor pics every day and think, ok, ok, stylish, and into my inspiration folder they go and thus begins the seeking of stylish stuff from thrift stores. you guys know.
like these, for example, all featuring more thonet chairs:
via design attractor
so yay for me when i found (2) thonet chairs at salvation army. and i already own a couple thonets with arms. i’m practically there with that first style-y look above. ha.
i just need some awesome artwork in size gigantic.
speaking of artwork (in size medium), i bought this beat-up framed poster (?) by sonia delaunay cuz it looked modern. le cœur à gaz. it’s 20″ x 20″ square. i think i done good. i don’t think this is available from anywhere anymore from what i can gather online. i just need to replace the scratched-to-heck plexi.
which brings me to another thing thrifting is good for. it’s good for learnin’. i learn so much about so many things and so many artists. this is an inexpensive education i can get behind.
me at a cocktail party:
“yes, i’m working on my doctorate in thrifting.”
“yes, it IS a real degree, asshole.”
which is why i don’t get invited to many cocktail parties.
and then there were more little things, like a rosti plate (did you know rosti made plates? i didn’t.)
good for a plate wall. my decor tastes ebb and flow constantly but i still like a plate wall done well.
and this porzella plate too. don’t think there’s much monetary value to it, but i like these plates. cuz, you know, i like foreign words and stuff.
also, a non-animal cactus planter from david stewart for lion’s valley stoneware.
that’s how i knew it was a cactus planter. someone wrote it.
kinda mod. i’m in dire need of cacti now, what with that bullet planter i just found.
a little candleholder from west germany/usa rauschert porcelain called bavarian village.
and cute bell angel ornaments from japan.
and a vera xmas tablecloth that i don’t even really like, but it was HALF-OFF and pretty much free, so i bought it and layered it on top of my other vera tablecloth.
yah, kinda ugly.
oh, and this fine looking set of salad utensils.
it was just a darn bountiful week after many many many non-bountiful weeks. combine that with the safari chair and it was almost too much for me to handle. no it wasn’t.
i was listening to NPR on the way to work and they were discussing hoarders. i know i’m one. but i’m one of the ones with awareness of my
problem knack for collecting. so i’m ahead of the game. boy, they were talking about the emotional attachment to “things” and they were describing me to a T. i also think my problem lies with organization, which was also discussed on NPR. so that is my resolution for 2012. get stuff organized. i’m not one for resolutions, but organization seems like a logical thing to work on.
my job is slowing to a halt in january so organization is priority #1. and i ain’t foolin’ around this time. i mean business.
and on that note, happy new year, folks!
the santa stars were aligned.
yes they were.
a year ago i mentioned i’d been on the hunt for a safari chair.
and i know the chance of finding one in a thrift store is not good.
especially around here.
but i’ll be darned.
walked into a thrift store i rarely visit and there it was.
don’t get excited.
it’s not leather.
it’s canvas and the canvas is pretty darn dirty.
i’ll have to get my scrubbing gloves on.
it has a scandinavian feel, wouldn’t ya say?
to find this chair in a thrift store is a xmas miracle to me.
i was out in the back parking lot putting this thing in my car when an older employee came out and said, “ya know, that’s a fine looking chair. it’s been in our store for a couple of months. they told me to throw it in the garbage. i’m glad someone bought it.”
i’m not sure if that made me happy or sad. i would’ve loved to find this in the garbage, but then again, i didn’t pay much, it doesn’t have garbage residue on it (i.e. squirrel pee), and i wasn’t reduced to dumpster diving.
this pre-christmas week was very, very kind to me. found a few other things but haven’t taken any pics yet.
could it be i’ve finally found everything i’ve wanted to thrift in my life?
could be. but i doubt it.
(wreath origami instructions from here)
ya know how those researchers and scientists and brain guys say to do stuff with your opposite hand to create new brain patterns to keep your brain firing on all cylinders? or do crossword puzzles? or take a new route to the thrift store? so you can be sharp as a tack when you’re old? and still maintain interesting conversations
with yourself ? cuz that’s my worry (well, one of my worries.) i want my brain. i’m convinced origami fits into this category. i think origami folders must be friggin’ geniuses til the day they die.
origami makes you THINK. and concentrate.
all i know is i’m going into 2012 on top of the brain game. i’ve been folding little square pieces of paper in my sleep for gawd’s sake.
i folded all those christmas origamis you can find online everywhere. and i stuck with the simple ones
cuz they didn’t hurt my mind as much cuz they’re more modern.
so for those of you who didn’t receive a real-live card from me, here’s a sample:
fold lang syne.
i’ve been folding a lot of paper this holiday season. more on that later.
as far as xmas decor goes, i’m kinda wimping out this year big time.
i wasn’t going to really even decorate at all, but decided i needed some twinkly lights somewhere and figured i’d throw a strand around one of my mini quilts.
found an unused box of white twinkly lights with white wire buried in the xmas junk at goodwill. perfect.
tacked everything to the wall with some washi tape from lotta jansdotter (btw, made that accordion flower out of lotta’s pamphlet that came with my order.) who is saving the earth by reducing, reusing, recycling? i am.
and that’s about it from me on the ol’ holiday decor.
after a matinee (the descendants – hmmm, i’ll say good(ish), not an up holiday movie but not bad), i popped into goodwill and found something i’ve always wanted, yet never thought i’d actually find.
and find fo’ CHEAP.
especially these days when everyone seems to want the same loot. and when goodwill usually prices its stuff far too high.
and even though i’m steering away from “retro” things, i do really like this.
fiberglass bullet planter.
these babies is usually ‘spensive.
ok, well, it’s got a butterfly. but i’ve changed my tune on butterflies. i’ve decided to like them now. i’m embracing the butterfly. gives it more of a 70s vibe and i like it.
i haven’t tried to clean the rust off the stand yet. might spray paint it black? might not.
she needs a cactus or something.
it’s medium-ish sized, about 8-1/2″ in diameter, 8″ tall.
anyway, just when i’m about ready to give up on goodwill altogether, a $3 beauty lands in my lap.
threw a couple dead sticks in a thrifted sake pourer for the kitchen table and added a couple ornaments, all swedish-style. seems the scandinavians do christmas decor very basic, very simple and this year i like simple. (crochet heart from kolus79.)
but i dunno, me + lit candles + kindling = trouble.
glittah + glue =
i wear one of these pins every time i go out.
i wear one to take out the garbage.
i like when a handmade vintage plaque that looks to have a danish/swedish slant ends up in my goodwill and i find it buried under a bunch of notebooks. like, how does that happen?
made by diney devin 1973(?)
i could find no info on diney.
but i like that name.
this makes me want to get a stamp with my name on it.
i’d feel all important and stuff.
apparently this is an old danish proverb:
and that is surely a swedish cottage that i seem to be in love with these days.
yes, it’s an omen. i’m meant to have my own swedish-type cottage.
you know, i’m not the gold-diggery type.
obviously. i’m over 50 and i live in a ghetto.
i massaged an older gentleman (76) the other night who was dripping money. soaking wringing wet with money. and honestly, he was one of the most interesting, most engaging, surprisingly funny funny funny people i’ve met in my life. it’s making me reconsider the ways of a gold-digger. i’ll get my swedish cottage somehow. i will.
growing up during the christmas season my dad would always remind us how good we had it and how his holidays as a kid were not what dreams are made of. and the one story that remained a constant was the christmas when the only gift he received was an axe.
apparently there was another christmas of dad’s when he only got half a powdered donut, but that doesn’t relate to today’s post.
i couldn’t fathom his life as a kid.
here i was getting dolls and suzie homemaker ovens and lifesaver books and gold chocolate coins and the big box of 64 crayola crayons with the sharpener in the back and he only got an axe??? one stinkin’ axe? it was all very foreign and very sad to me.
so the other day i was trolling ebay.
and i saw the strangest thing.
and i had to bid on it.
another holline item. made in denmark.
with an axe.
now, santa with an axe is all kinds of wrong to me. what is santa doing with an axe? it immediately conjures up evil in my head. very “lizzie borden” of him.
who designed this thing? of all the things in all the world to put in santa’s hand, like a puppy or a teddy bear or a candy cane or a cup of hot chocolate or ANYTHING not murder related, i wanna know what the thought process was of this designer who said, “hmmm, this santa is missing something, he needs something in his hands, hmmm, yes, i’ve got it! santa needs an axe.”
now, if it’s for chopping wood and not for murder, it still doesn’t make sense. santa doesn’t work on his 364 days off. he eats. put a turkey leg in his hand for gawd’s sake.
so i guess the point is, if a designer is making santas who gives axe gifts to children, dad must not have been the only kid to receive an axe. it could have been the norm. desirable even. “santa brought me an axe, yo. high-five.”