Tuesday, October 25, 2011
I'm A Winner!
Yes, I know I just posted, but I'm very excited to share that I'm a winner! I enter blog giveaways fairly frequently and I finally won something. The nice thing is, I'm not even exactly sure of what I won. I did not win the big Vintage Tea prize, but I get a mini prize for blogging about the giveaway. I'm so excited because everything Jennifer Rizzo puts her hands on is beautiful. Okay, back to work now on all these projects I have going on!
A Little Busy...
I had to laugh when I read this blog post because I can definitely relate. My dining room is a mess, too.
In fact, I think mine is worse. I'm trying to get ready to show some items to Bay Arts to hopefully sell. So, I've been a creative/crafting maniac trying to get items ready and going to bed WAY too late. It's that crazy time of year.
On a good note, I did make money this week selling 2 needlepoint pictures and an antique crock. Woo hoo!
In fact, I think mine is worse. I'm trying to get ready to show some items to Bay Arts to hopefully sell. So, I've been a creative/crafting maniac trying to get items ready and going to bed WAY too late. It's that crazy time of year.
On a good note, I did make money this week selling 2 needlepoint pictures and an antique crock. Woo hoo!
Monday, October 17, 2011
Vintage Tea Giveaway
How beautiful is this...
It's a beautiful giveaway going on over here. Go check it out. Tea, vintage - two of my favorite things!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
I know it's not even Halloween yet, let alone Thanksgiving. But I've got Christmas on the brain. So much to do, so much to make, so much to DECORATE. I do love it, though. I am on the hunt for vintage Christmas ornaments and I'm hoping to get some this week. How I would love to score this:
Now, as much as I would love to make this...
I don't know if I can bear to use them all for a wreath! Maybe. We'll see. Now, the other item I really want to make are these little beauties:
Can I tell you how many of these we had growing up? A WHOLE VILLAGE. And we used to put them on aluminum foil. With spray snow. And it was adorable. And what happened to them? Who knows. Unfortunately, we were not the generation that saved everything. But I'm learning!
Now, as much as I would love to make this...
I don't know if I can bear to use them all for a wreath! Maybe. We'll see. Now, the other item I really want to make are these little beauties:
Can I tell you how many of these we had growing up? A WHOLE VILLAGE. And we used to put them on aluminum foil. With spray snow. And it was adorable. And what happened to them? Who knows. Unfortunately, we were not the generation that saved everything. But I'm learning!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Hey, It's Not Oak...
...it's maple. Which is why I'm painting it. I don't think I'd paint over oak, but other woods are an option for me. Understand, I had a grandmother who painted EVERYTHING. For those of you purists who don't like the idea of painting furniture, stop reading now. Here is a before shot of a cute little dresser:
Which is fine as it is. However, I have another vision for her. All my furniture seems to be female, by the way. I found her on Craigslist. A very sweet elderly couple were trying to downsize by getting rid of some belongings. They told me they bought it used in 1955 when the woman was pregnant with her son. Can you imagine the stories this piece would tell? I'm sure this dresser held everything from cloth diapers through bell-bottom jeans. Yes, bell-bottom. The term "flare" didn't exist back when this family's son was in high school.
It is a solid piece with dovetailed drawers. Manufacturers don't make pieces like this anymore. But I envision a pale paint with clear glass knobs. A little distressing. Just wait. She's going to be beautiful.
Which is fine as it is. However, I have another vision for her. All my furniture seems to be female, by the way. I found her on Craigslist. A very sweet elderly couple were trying to downsize by getting rid of some belongings. They told me they bought it used in 1955 when the woman was pregnant with her son. Can you imagine the stories this piece would tell? I'm sure this dresser held everything from cloth diapers through bell-bottom jeans. Yes, bell-bottom. The term "flare" didn't exist back when this family's son was in high school.
It is a solid piece with dovetailed drawers. Manufacturers don't make pieces like this anymore. But I envision a pale paint with clear glass knobs. A little distressing. Just wait. She's going to be beautiful.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Buy It If You Love It
My philosophy has always been, if I love it I will buy it. I will worry about where to put it later. My mom always reminds me that if I walk away and keep thinking about it, I should have purchased it. My husband, on the other hand, believes that I MUST have a location/space in mind before I even think about it. Thankfully, my mother is quite creative in her design spacing.
A few weeks ago at the fall festival there was an ADORABLE vintage child's bike. In red. For a steal.
Me: I love it, it's so cute.
Mom: You have to get it.
Me: I know, but where would I put it? You know Steve will ask me where I'm going to put it.
Mom: It would look great hanging on the wall of the lake house or even on top of the fireplace mantel!
Me: I'm going to buy it before someone else does.
So I load it into my car and of course Steve is VERY skeptical. It's heavy and he thinks it's too large for the mantel. Swears it won't fit.
Ah, but it does and it looks great. Steve doesn't get it. My brother doesn't get it. But I love it and my mom and aunt do too.
It's definitely a conversation piece. Not too many people have a bicycle on their mantel and I like that. This bike has quite a few stories to tell. How many scraped knees did it cause? How long did Dad hang on to the back of the seat before he let go and all of a sudden, "Wow, I'm riding without training wheels!" How fast did it go when some little boy was racing home before dark? Many, many stories here. And now, it sits on my mantel.
A few weeks ago at the fall festival there was an ADORABLE vintage child's bike. In red. For a steal.
Me: I love it, it's so cute.
Mom: You have to get it.
Me: I know, but where would I put it? You know Steve will ask me where I'm going to put it.
Mom: It would look great hanging on the wall of the lake house or even on top of the fireplace mantel!
Me: I'm going to buy it before someone else does.
So I load it into my car and of course Steve is VERY skeptical. It's heavy and he thinks it's too large for the mantel. Swears it won't fit.
Ah, but it does and it looks great. Steve doesn't get it. My brother doesn't get it. But I love it and my mom and aunt do too.
It's definitely a conversation piece. Not too many people have a bicycle on their mantel and I like that. This bike has quite a few stories to tell. How many scraped knees did it cause? How long did Dad hang on to the back of the seat before he let go and all of a sudden, "Wow, I'm riding without training wheels!" How fast did it go when some little boy was racing home before dark? Many, many stories here. And now, it sits on my mantel.
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