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Keep or sell? That is the question…

10 Feb

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A couple of years ago, I brought this statue home with me because someone broke her feet completely off at the shop. She was pretty pricey. And I was plenty miffed.

 

I had found her at an estate sale. Purchased on the discount day, she was still a little spendy. So I had to charge more for her. Then tragedy struck. Since she was no longer able to stand, I rescued her and brought her home with me to live out her final years. She got quite comfy resting on her side on a tea cart in the corner of my pink room.

Then I bought a “crown” from vintagesue. (Her blog is on my blogroll, but she doesn’t use it anymore. She’s now selling through her Facebook page, aptly called vintagesue. You should check it out.)  I thought the crown would look so smashing on a cement statue, but the only statue I had was a gargoyle. That wasn’t quite the look I had in mind.  So I decided to place the crown on a dress form instead.

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And I loved it there. By the window. In my pink room.

Until I remembered my footless statue.

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I think she was born to wear that crown! It seems to have lifted her spirits. So tonight I planted the footless girl, topped with the lovely crown, in a mid-century tulip. So far she hasn’t toppled over and broken the planter. She is quite heavy and I am known for making bad decisions that end up putting someone’s eye out. (Okay. That may be a BIT dramatic.) Tomorrow I’ll fill in around her with moss. Then I must decide whether to keep or sell. I always meant to sell the planter, but I’m rather attached to it now. And if I took my creation to the shop, I’d have a huge hole to fill in the pink room and in my heart.

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The booth that threw up Christmas, or how NOT to put all your eggs in one basket

28 Dec

So I had this whole idea for a post: talk about how, if you are an antiques dealer, you shouldn’t put all your eggs in one basket when it comes to holidays — unless, of course, you are that quirky space everyone flocks to when the seasons change. OR…if you don’t care to sell a blessed thing other than Christmas merch at Christmastime. Then, and only then, be my guest. 

BUT… then I thought that post would be a bit pushy and bossy since I’ve been MIA for a few months. {Even my husband noticed. That’s when I know I’ve let things go a little too far south.}

So instead, I thought I’d throw in a few pictures of my pink room, which is where I sit when I’m computing. It’s also where the cats do their business, so sometimes I avoid it. It also houses two sofa beds that can’t be folded out into beds at the same time. And there’s a stunning view of the trampoline in our backyard and the junking mess I’ve amassed on the patio. Sounds perfectly inviting, doesn’t it?

Sometimes the pink room is filled with music. When I look above the computer screen, I see my children’s artwork from many moons ago. I also glimpse a tiny inspiration board full of family photos, art workshop name tags and other odds and ends. There’s a killer new dress form I haven’t been able to let go of and the coolest coral-colored arm chair with matching footstool. I also have a horse-hair quilt from France that was bought for resale, but has found a home on the back of one of the sofas. See? Not all bad.

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This is a corner in the pink room. The magnet you can hardly see on the wall says “my house is cuter than yours,” which is only true most of the time.

Truth be told, blogging became a hassle for me. I was taking photos mostly with my phone, so I would blog from my phone. But I don’t really like the keyboard on my phone, so my writing was brief. And when I started this blog, I started it as a place to write about junk. So I was hating that I’d stopped doing that. In addition, I hate uploading photos. I’m not sure why I found it to be such a nuisance, but I did. Maybe I’m over that phase now. I got a new camera from Santa, and I’ve been having fun messing around with it. And the uploading really hasn’t been bad at all. BUT…there may be times when I’m only writing a post. I may skip photos altogether. I realize that breaks a cardinal blogging rule, but I really couldn’t care less at this point. Rules were made to be broken. Right?

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I LOVE pin cushions. These were purchased at the Magnolia Pearl garage sale a while back. In the background is a LONG Victorian pyrography box, covered in old wallpaper and purchased from Willow Nest. These sit on a coffee table in the pink room.

So, looking forward, I’m still planning to publish my year-end name-dropping post where I brag about all my cool junking peeps and the fun places I’ve been during 2012. That post will probably be from my phone because that is where all the photos are! New this year: I’m mostly doing away with links. You can look them up yourself, right?! I’m too lazy to link up. Also, I’m following in the footsteps of Debbie from Talking White Trash and turning off blog comments… when I get around to figuring out how to do it.

It’s not that I don’t want to hear from you. I do. Really. But you can shoot me an email or visit me on Facebook if you’d like to chat. I’m that close. All the time. 24-7. 

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The only kind of flowers I can grow : metal ones on a chandelier.

And this concludes my strange but true blog post for this evening. I have a BIG January planned. Somehow I need to work in a trip to Ft. Worth to pick up a load of stuff from Lisa with Tarnished and Tattered. My across-the-street neighbor is pressuring me to pick up the cabinet I purchased from her back in the summer. I still have a couple of pieces of furniture, including an antique wheelchair, to pick up from a friend who lives pretty close to me. There’s a crate and some sewing machine drawers waiting for me in New Braunfels. Dallas Market is RIGHT around the corner. {I LOVE going to market, to market to buy who-knows-what.} And finally, look for news here after January 30, when I’m sure to be announcing my upcoming nuptials to Matchbox Twenty’s Rob Thomas, who I’ll be spending time with in San Antonio. {Apologies to my current husband for having to find out the news on my blog.}

All the junking news that’s fit to print. Right here. For you and you alone. Hope you are enjoying a fabulous holiday season! Cheers!!

Wordy Wednesday: Pickin’ and grinnin’

15 Aug
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I found a pair of hotel pitchers at the flea market. Different hotels, but both marked.

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This case is original to the ROLLER SKATES hidden inside!

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My vow to buy NO. MORE. BOOKS. was quickly broken when I saw this at the flea market.

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Cut velvet from the flea market

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Found this amazing cooler in Georgetown at Gatherings. Too scared to bring it in the house since I’m purging, it’s resting sweetly at the shop.

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Chair once belonged to a friend, pillows belonged to a neighbor and the book was the second vow-breaker I found Sunday at the flea.

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You’d break a vow for this too. I just know it.

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Scale part! Nice ‘n’ rusty. Karly got its much better twinkie at the flea.

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I’m now the proud owner of a kazillion of these bottles. “If you buy them all, I’ll make you a really good deal.” She wasn’t joking. Therefore, I bought!

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A pair of these came home with me from the flea. One will be heading to college with the elder son, if I can convince myself that it won’t cause a fire in a 1930s dorm…

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Maybe my favorite find from Sunday. I don’t know why.

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SOLD! One blue and one white fish-shaped pool lounge chair. G-sale success…

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Egads…leftovers from a box lot auction buy. Never again.

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Childhood memories…

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This table remained unchanged and unsold at the g-sale. Maybe it was too cute for its tablecloth.

Toward the end of last week I was all, “I’m so tired of STUFF!” I was smack dab in the middle of trying to make some kind of sense out of our storage room when the garage sale idea was born.

So we had our garage sale over the weekend. Two full days in 100-degree heat. We ended up about $1300 richer, thanks to a couple of sweet sales and my trendy taste in furniture. (Joke)

My husband was out of town during the whole shebang. Before he flew away to cooler temperatures, I warned him that I might sell everything. (That right there is some kind of creepy cool foreshadowing.)

Little did I know that the raspy-voiced woman from our last g-sale would return. Little did I know that she, in her too-short shorts and skimpy tank top, had connections. And maybe because we suffered sights that should remain unseen while we helped her load at our last sale, we were met with some kickin’ karma: Her connection spent $900 with me. And I have his card just in case I decide I can part with my dining room furniture at some point in the future.

Because I like to sweat so much, I got up nice and early Sunday morning for some flea market action. I would’ve skipped it had I not been meeting Karly, of Gypsy Treasures fame. She’s so much fun to hang with, as is her hubby. And their kids are precious…even if the wee one had his shorts on backwards. Or maybe because he did. They arose at 0-dark-thirty to make the trek to San Antonio from Boerne, which is quite a drive when you have a 7 am play date, though not as far as Houston or Louisiana, where they used to live. So glad she’s close enough that we’ll get the chance to be more than 6-month friends!

Most of the pictures above are flea market finds from Sunday. A couple are from our garage sale. I tried to make the sale cute, but nothing’s cute in a brown yard when it’s 100 degrees.

Word.

Talent on a Wordless Wednesday

1 Aug

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Not completely wordless, of course. For me that’s impossible. But I’m stuck at NTB with a nail in my tire, so I decided to finally take a minute to show you the work of one talented woman: Sari Jane, my across-the-aisle neighbor at Homestead.

She and daughter Dawn are fountains of creativity. They design jewelry and the most gorgeous lampshades I’ve ever seen. Right now there is a beautiful hanging lamp in their space. And because I’m the nosy type, I had to stick my head under the shade just to look at its innards. Its underbelly is perfection! These women pay strict attention to detail, as you can see in the photos of the precious trike.

I love them both. Like their lampshades, they are beautiful inside and out. They and their work are huge sources of inspiration.

The rest of the Warrenton/Round Top story

17 Apr
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Legs! One of the most photographed spots in Warrenton...right outside of Cole's. These body parts belong to Meloney and Brian of Seed Box Antiques.

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When staying at my Deluxe Accommodations in Brenham, I always stop at this small show on my way back to the fields. I don't know what it's called, but it's close to Burton. This year I bought some galvanized stuff from them.

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In Round Top...

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In Round Top, next to Royer's!!

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I've SEEN this photo everywhere, too... Warrenton...

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Junk Gypsy tent...

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Pardon the blur, but see if you can spot what's wrong in this picture (besides the blur). Taken at the Fayetteville show, where dealers are open late every night.

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On the road, literally, leaving the little cabin in the woods, outside of LaGrange. I found it a bit unsettling the way the look you straight in the eye!!

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Sweet Talk/Rubbish, Janet's brain child! At Marburger Farm. When you visit her booth, make sure you ask her to find a very specific word. She has THOUSANDS of flashcards. Also suggest that she lower her prices. She'll be your new best friend.

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More Rubbish...

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More Rubbish...Not only is Janet the flashcard queen, she also has cornered the butter pat market.

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More Rubbish...

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Rubbish again...

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Willow Nest at Marburger Farm

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The low-color beauty of Willow Nest once again...

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Willow Nest again. Linda spent some time in France recently and brought back all kinds of treasures...

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Willow Nest...

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Willow Nest

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Willow Nest...I love these fountains.

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Willow Nest...Yes! It's for sale!!

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Quite possibly my favorite thing: Conveyor belt. At Marburger in Fluff's space...If you haven't met Stephanie, you need to!

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French Fluff...I did bring a few of these home with me.

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Fluff...Beautiful bed!

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Fluff...I adore this lamp...

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Fluff

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More Round Top scenery...

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Snapped this while stopped in traffic on the highway!

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Janet of Sweet Talk/Rubbish had these gloves on the wall outside MFHLR (that's the OFFICIAL name of her location)...

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Part of my haul...

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Mom's meatloaf from Happy Belly: I like to bookend my trip with Happy Belly...a perfect way to start a junking adventure, and a sweet ending to a great week, too.

The goods. The scenery.

When you mix it all together with the food and the people and the events, you get the entire Antiques Week picture.

It’s all happening. Twice a year. In sprawling Texas cow pastures. See you there in the fall?

Antiques week obsession

15 Apr

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I could easily become a stalker of Love Train Antiques. They are from Atlanta and sell at the Blue Hills show, just outside of Round Top. I’m in love with their wares, with their southern charm, with the cute kids running amok through their tent. They are what draws me to the Blue Hills show. I can’t afford or haul any of their massive European pieces, so I load up on smalls. I don’t even know if they intend to sell the smalls in their tent because they don’t have sacks! Still, I love them so. AND…bonus…this year at Blue Hills,  I met the Methodist men. And their BBQ. I might have to add them to my list of antiques week must-eats.

Junking season is in full swing

20 Mar
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Victorian baby buggy!

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Something so sweet deserves a second shot, right?

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Cute little decorative bird cage...

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Wicker desk. Sold immediately. It was TDF for sure.

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Old green basket. Didn't hang around the shop for long!

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Love the size of this piece...

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Chipped pottery. I can't resist it.

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Beveled mirrors...another one of my many weaknesses.

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This is my to-do list. It's rather lengthy, but loads of fun.

Long about the time our live oaks begin shedding their leaves, junking season seems to kick into high gear. I love spring and all its shopping opportunities. I love the crazy busy days of March and April. I even like that first little burn on the back of my neck from keeping my head bent, searching for bargains.

I just returned from a fantastic long weekend full of art and junk (more on that later). But, in typical fashion, as I was preparing to leave town last week, I got a junk tip I couldn’t resist. So…I spent a full day last week hauling treasures to the shop. Then I was forced to clean out my car (bottom picture) just in case I found even more irresistible junk in DFW. I did. Natch.

In just a few hours, I’ll be chasing yet another buying tip. Then it’s cleaning and pricing time, topped off by a wee road trip Saturday to Warrenton. Hope to see you there! Happy, happy spring!