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Putting the pro in procrastination

4 Mar

I’ve had terrible sales at the shop this month. Okay. Not terrible, horrible, no good, very bad sales. I didn’t loose money. And considering I haven’t added anything new to speak of in two-plus weeks, it could’ve been much worse.

The thing is, I’m down to pieces that need work. I don’t have a single piece of furniture in my inventory that I can just move right into the shop. I need to paint. I need to use power tools. I need to add knobs. I need to pick up stuff I’ve purchased! Right now my storage space includes the sheds, playhouses and basements of my friends and their children! This leads me directly to something else that needs to be done that I’ve been putting off:

Cleaning out my trailer. I have a deadline for this. And it is Thursday evening. Then I’m hooking the thing up, with the help of a very handsome man who sometimes calls himself my husband, and heading to Fort Worth to pick up a HUGE shop-ready load and make a little art with Lisa of Tarnished and Tattered (see my sidebar) while I’m there. It just so happens, an antiques show is scheduled in Fort Worth this weekend in the Cultural Arts District. Sweet Talk/Rubbish’s Janet (see my sidebar) will be selling there. And I MAY be able to break bread with her and a couple of other junkers in for the show. And, AND we may swing by the Cattle Barn flea before going our separate ways Sunday.

So once I get my trailer cleaned out for the road trip then reload it with cool stuff, I’ll be getting the house in order (well, in a little better order) for a Red.Neck Chic Soiree that I’ll be co-hosting the following weekend with my neighbor and dear, SWEET, adorable, talented friend, the infamous Amy Boland.


Click on the photo above for all the details. {If you’re a creeper, and you show up, We. Will. Cut You. Make no mistake.} You can email me directly if you have any questions at all. If you’re in the area and you’re NOT a creeper, we’d love to have you stop by for a look-see and perhaps some gourmet snacks.

In the mean time, instead of cleaning out and/or just plain cleaning, I made some art.


It might not look like much to you, but it has a story. And it goes something like this:

We got a new printer. And I mostly love it. The colors it turns out are much more vibrant than what our old photo printer would spit at us. And it’s cool. It is supposed to have wireless printing capabilities. So we were testing it earlier tonight, and I printed out a test page to make sure it was working. The image I printed was a digital collage I’d been playing with on PicMonkey. To the average Joe, it doesn’t look like much. But to me, it was a couple of hours of work and a new technique learned.

The digital collage began with the green background. Then I layered a cabinet card on top. Here’s the new-to-me technique: I extracted the woman from the cabinet card background. {I love the word “extracted.” It sounds so medical.} Really what I did was erase the background. The next layer I added was the swing. More background erasing, which gets a little more complex with each layer. Then came the wings. Again…hard to remember what you’re taking out, and what you’re adding back in. Adding the text, butterflies, corners and crown was no biggy. Even adding the wand was pretty simple, but it still involved some erasing so she’s actually holding the wand.

And speaking of the text: I have always loved that Glinda the good witch quote. And I saw it beautifully painted on an old door at Not Too Shabby in Helotes a couple of days ago. It fit this image perfectly.


Since I had already printed out this image, I decided to make something out of it. I scrounged up a dusty canvas that was getting stepped on in my storage room. I added a couple of layers of paint. Then I added some gel medium and adhered the image, random buttons (another thing I seem to hoard) and some German glass glitter. I added the bow at the bitter end.

It was a quick piece, but it served a purpose: It was a nice diversion from my to-do list which needs to get ta-done! Will I hate myself in the morning? Probably. But what’s new.

Procrastinators unite!


All this useless beauty…

23 Jul

…isn’t really useless at all.  Bringing together vintage Bingo cards, old lace, and fabulous images from Lisa’s Altered Art encased in old slide mounts I happen to have hoarded was a bright spot in my day — beauty, even,  in a house overflowing with testosterone this week.  I’m on boy overload and needed a quick fix.  So when I smell dirty socks, I’ll just have a look-see at my little lovelies, light a candle and dream of feminine frills…

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Genuine …I love the old tape measure!

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Five bucks a pop at Homestead Handcrafts…a small price to pay for an L-7 smile!

While the cat’s away…

20 May

…the mouse will create:

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Found the turn-of-the-20th-century art books at the flea market last weekend.  Confession:  I have a giant weakness for ephemera.  Have I said that before?  Even so…it’s worth repeating.  I wanted to keep every single one of the 13 books because they were all different.  I want them to sell, but won’t be disappointed if I MUST hold on to a few of them — especially the ones focusing on body parts.   I left them at the shop today, paired with the art brushes in a silverplate tray alongside a French bust which reads “La Paix.”  I don’t have a photo of the bust, but I do have a story!  I got her at auction last night, thinking she was cast bronze.  She’s not.  I’m hoping she’s really old, and I think she is.  I’m hoping she’s NOT from China via crate from France.  She’ll be priced like the real thing, since I bid thinking she was bronze!  Duh!! *Always preview auction items before bidding!*

I have the run of the house until 1:55 Saturday, so I’m taking complete advantage of spreading out projects and accomplishing quite a lot.  It helps that a new commercial is being filmed for the shop, and my space may be in it.  Needless to say, that means a lot of fluffing since stuff keeps selling whether there’s a commercial pending or not!  I have lots of holes I’m trying to fill on the walls.  Here’s what I’ll be haging tomorrow:

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My son was all, “Why are you doing wedding stuff?”  Well, it is getting close to June, is it not?  Am I too early?  Am I too late?  My girls (dress forms, that is) all got their pearls in anticipation of the big month…I’ll be breaking out the cake topper collection soon!  I’ve amassed a number of them this year.

Another creation that will be hung tomorrow:

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I’ve always loved how people were so serious in all those old photos.  This assemblage speaks to that very issue.  Next I’ll be digging out the wedding photos.  A friend gave me a really cute trellis that I’ll be using for my wedding pic display this year.  Can’t wait.  I love doing wedding, even though I usually don’t sell much of it. 

Tomorrow I may take a much-needed break from painting and creating.  I was hoping for some estate sales, but haven’t heard of any happening tomorrow.  Guess I’ll check the paper early in the morning.  In the meantime, there’s a pillow with my name on it somewhere in this mess of a nest.  I’ll be dreaming of good junk…

My tootsies are toasted!

19 Mar

It’s been a long day, and I’ve yet to see the shower.  I was up way too late last night creating some little pieces of art, then I was too wired to sleep.  I still have on yesterday’s clothes since I spent the day JUNKING!!!  On estate sale days and flea market days, I usually roll out of bed, put on the clothes from the night before, brush my teeth, comb my hair, and head out the door as soon as the kids are tucked away neatly at school.  Today was no exception.  Usually I’ve washed away my vintageness by now, however.  But . . . the tub’s not going anywhere.  We’ll still have hot water once I finish blogging, right?! 

So this morning I had two sales from which to choose — a brand new sale being run by a company whose pricing is sometimes a little on the high side and part two of a sale I decided not to attend during the first weekend because there were no discounts.  Today, however, they started with a 50% discount on all items under $25.  Hmmmm . . . I chose the re-run sale, and it turned out to be a wise choice.  There were so many smalls that I had a hard time paying attention.  Every time I re-visited a room I’d see something that I hadn’t noticed before.  I ended up with a score too lengthy to list, but it included three metal trunks, two of which still had the tray insert; wooden shoes; a Victorian button-up boot (yes, just one); a couple of bed warmers from England; a couple of Victorian velvet photo albums (one of my addictions); a pink metal toy ironing board (I remember it from my childhood); a really cool vintage embroidery ring on a stand; a great fabric jewelry box, with a print of a Dutch girl on the top; old buttons on cards; some birds and nests (which I plan to work on ASAP); and lots of other goodies.  Probably the one buy I surprised myself with was a milk can that had been painted blue and had a tractor seat that was chippy red and silver attached to the top.  It was perfectly dinged up and a keeper at just $2.25.  Wow!

These people were quite the collectors and amassed collections of all types and quality!  My favorite of their collections was found in a corner in the sun room.  Gnomes and elves were everywhere!  They even had gnome Christmas lights!  I bought a couple of pieces of pottery and some big vintage wooden cutouts, but didn’t go hog wild.  (In case you didn’t read my first post, I’m a sucker when it comes to buying entire collections.)  I’m proud of my restraint today!

The sale was extremely fun, and I saw one of my favorite flea market vendors there.  He always greets me with a smile and a hug, so I enjoy running into him — especially when I beat him to a sale, like I did today, which is a rare occurrence!  But to balance the day out, I must admit there were some shoppers, as always, who got up on the wrong side of the bed.  One lady was dissing my gnomes, even though the only thing she seemed to be carrying was a plastic basket she could’ve purchased at Dollar Tree.  Blaaah.  And I tried to humor a grouchy old man (another one of my obsessions — talk to ’em till they smile) but he wasn’t having any of my cup of cheer.  Oh, well.  I had a blast and might go back Saturday afternoon when they really start discounting.  There was a photo album and two musical powder boxes that were way too expensive even if they had been 50% off, which they weren’t because they were over $25.  AND . . . the antique photos — cabinet cards or not — were $10 apiece!  Wow!!  I didn’t even look at them, though I certainly will if they’re still there Saturday. 

So now I’ll post photos, shower and settle in for the night with a couple of Sommerset Studio mags.  It all starts again in the morning with a sale being hosted by one of my favorite companies.  Wish me luck!

Here’s the milk can stool:


Here’s the junk in my trunk (ha!):


Who could resist this face?


One of the projects, a button collage on a celluloid powder lid, that kept me up last night: