So today my storage room coughed up a black frame that needed a few touch-ups, an old and crazed oval frame that I spray painted a satiny cream (and you can still see all those fine cracks), and another oval frame with bowed glass and a lovely tinted photograph of a farmhouse and windmill. AND I was pleased and relieved to discover today that the old cement Easter basket I’ve been gluing back together (yes, I glue cement) this week actually survived a storm last night. So today I tied a big silk bow around its roughest point, shredded player piano music for filler, and tea-stained some blown out eggs to complete it. Tomorrow it goes to the shop with the storage room finds. I think that Easter basket waited in my yard for about a year before I actually decided to fix it. Sad. But that’s how I’ve rolled lately. Like one auctioneer told me, “Lady, you’re always a dollar short.” He neglected to add “and a day late.”
And speaking of late, I planned about a month ago to blog about my junking trifecta. Well there’s no time like the present, so I’ll start now. First up for your enjoyment is this lovely sideboard I found on Craigslist:
Yeah, it’s huge and chunky and I love it. But…the really exciting part was meeting the woman who was selling it. Her home was amazing. It was built in the 1970s and had a bit of a Spanish architectural flavor for curb appeal. But when you walked through the front door, you were transported back in time to some wee farmhouse on a river in the middle of nowhere. Beaded board was everywhere! Old ceiling tins and even wall paper on the ceiling that looked like tin added to the charm. I was mesmerized. And I was too embarrassed to ask if I could take pictures. But…I did ask for a tour. Her bedroom was a junker’s fantasy. She’s a seamstress by trade and had made all her beautiful fluffy beading. One wall was completely covered in mirrors, with botched silvering and peeling paint. It was a small room, but she somehow managed to squeeze in three vanities and still have an open feeling. She had bowls overflowing with silver-plated brushes and with hand-mirrors. It was to die for. In one of her living areas, she had a Carol Bolton-designed sofa that she’d bought off C-List for $50. She had a beautiful chandelier that a friend found for $3 at Goodwill. She knew how to contain beauty. In a tract house. Unbelievable and highly inspiring. So if I never sell that chunky sideboard, I’ll always smile when I look at it…and secretly hope she’ll get rid of more goodies in the future!
Next post (maybe!): Part II of the Trifecta…my sister’s junk.