memorial day weekend = half-price sales at thrift stores.
so i went back and got the threadbare, worn kilim pillow i had left behind when i bought my first one. i soaked it overnight but it still looks dirty. i’m nuthin’ but a dirty hippie now.
speaking of hippie, shoot me now cuz i also got a small kilim bird purse. i must’ve bought 100 pocketbooks in the past month or so.
ok, well, 4.
but i could’ve bought 100. i’m the lady in the thrift store talking to herself saying, “no no no no no you don’t need this.”
sometimes i listen to the voices, sometimes i don’t.
these are instances when i didn’t listen.
at first i thought that “H” one could’ve been a vintage hermes bag from the 70s. it isn’t.
but if people ask, i will say, “yes, yes, as a matter of fact it IS an hermes.”
cuz a status bag is IMPORTANT.
no it’s not.
also – posters.
more effin’ posters.
the one i like best cuz it’s a lion and i’m a leo is ripped and has mold on it. yup, breathing hazards and less than perfect condition will not stop me from buying 70s polish art posters. mold schmold.
in better condition is the all-too-familiar “why do i buy cat stuff when i can’t stand cats” poster.
say it with me.
which in my world translates to practically free.
and also it’s just kinda awesome.
and yet a little scary. perhaps the stuff of nightmares.
these are cyrk posters by hubert hilscher. cyrk mean circus. i’m brilliant like that.
and let me also admit this. who do i think i am calling myself a pro at thrifting? i thought i would brave the crowds at goodwill this morning before work cuz it was half-price off everything in the store and i had my eyes on a pair of jeans i wanted to distress and a couple tee shirts and an 18″ x 24″ empty frame that would be perfect for my newly matted screenprint thrifted last year. so i was right there at 9 AM. trouble is, they opened at 8 AM. the place was a mob scene. i felt like such a rookie. ashamed, i am. the frame was gone, darn it, but everything else was there, along with this enamel ladle in size huge that i didn’t own yet and am not sure how i’ve lived life this long without.
since it’s the kickoff to summer unofficially, i officially looked for a new (to me) summer cocktail to try and i found this one. a blueberry french 75.
fresh blueberries, fresh squeezed lemon juice, gin and champagne.
lemme say for the record – it might look girlie, but it packs a WALLOP. not for the faint of heart. i think i was buzzed on one sip. but i have to say, i’m pretty sure this is going in the ol’ cocktail rotation, with or without blueberries. plus i feel pretty sophisticated saying i’m drinking a french 75 and as we all know, the meaning of life is all about fake sophistication.
click here for recipe.
this is a goodwill half-priced thrifted hobo international perfectly worn-in beat up boho leather bag. it’s the perfect size say, to hold a box of crackers, a log of brie and a teeny bottle of wine to take to the movies, if you’re the
sordid sort of person who does that sordid sort of thing.
me and my bag went to a matinee and saw the artist and i’m probably the only one who didn’t LOVE it. i went in wanting to love it, expecting to love it, craving to love it, but i just didn’t. i appreciate it – how’s that? i appreciate its uniqueness. and style quality. and the lead actors are gorgeous and definitely deserve oscar nominations. but the storyline was a bit old-fashioned for me. and i GET that it was supposed to be an old-fashioned storyline. but actually sitting through an old-fashioned storyline is a whole ‘nuther story. i found myself just wanting it to hurry up and get on with itself. but OH THE DOG. what is it with these amazing, adorable dogs who steal the show? this movie features another jack russell terrier, the same type of dog in the movie beginners, with that same on-screen lovable appeal. who AM i, doling out all this canine love? i must be softening up in my old age.
so, what’s my final word on the movie? i’d say see it to see it so you can have conversations about what ya liked and what ya didn’t like.
wouldn’tcha say my safari/sling chair kinda sorta resembles this chair i found while flipping through my urban eco-chic book?
i want that apartment.
it’s the closest thing i could find to the style of mine. the canvas on mine actually cleaned up amazingly well. i surprised myself. not only in getting it clean but in reassembly of the chair. t’weren’t easy stretching that fabric back on, but i reigned supreme and conquered. CHAIR VICTORY.
thrifted another mug that doesn’t leak.
schramberg germany pottery.
and now i must stop again with the mugs. no more!
this is a wood burned piece of art from poland that i happen to love, about the size of a sheet of paper.
not sure if it’s new or old, but i’m guessing old(ish). it’s stamped on the back and i’m pretty sure the artist’s name is z. klosinski.
could this be a relative of the famed polish cinematographer edward klosinski? because i’m sure there are no other families in poland named klosinski. who knows? but that’s the
fabricated story i’ll be telling people to impress ’em.
january proved me completely wrong where work was concerned. i assumed i’d have no work. i think i worked more days this month than any other. not a ton of hours but just enough to screw up my plans for organization. so organization and tidy-time will have to wait for february.