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Goodwill Hunting

24 Apr

This week has been — to quote Hazel — a doozie!  So much junk, so little time.  I’m expanding into my big space a week from today, so the time crunch has begun!  I might be finished with all my projects if it weren’t for a week of thrifting, estate sales and space re-dos.  I really do need an extra 12 hours in a day.  I want to show you my back patio:

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And that’s only about 1/3 of the patio.  There is a table that’s in the works and a bunch of chairs and frames that are taking up space that used to make for a pretty cute porch.  About 2/3 of the porch is currently storage and a work area.  And the natives are getting restless.  My husband mentioned how cluttered our TV room has become.  I assured him it was going to get worse before it gets better, but that come May 1, it’ll all be gone!  He’s under the impression that May 1 is a long way away.  If he were walking in my shoes, he’d see things differently, I’m sure (and vice versa…).

I really think, after this week, that Goodwill should be renamed Greatwill, because it was!!  I also found treasures at five other thrift shops this week and found a fantastic estate sale full of interesting finds.  In between thrifting, I’ve been chipping away at my projects little by little.  I also had to re-do my current space and a space I share with five other junkers.  I’ve painted and painted, but still have a few more things to finish up.  I’ve sanded and sanded and breathed in way too much paint dust, but I love every minute of it.  I’ve distressed so much furniture this week that I was driving down a street today and saw a new metal mailbox that I thought would look thismuch better if I simply took a piece of sandpaper to it.  I’m not kidding.  Junk has taken control of my brain. 

The same thing used to happen to me in my other lifetime when I used to edit copy.  After reading copy all day long, my dreams would be in dialogue, like I was reading a script:  “No,” she said as she pushed his hand away.  He mocked her, laughingly, as she turned away in a huff.

Those dreams used to drive me crazy, but I had them regularly while on deadline.  Now I’m wanting to age other people’s possessions.  Where does it end? Luckily I was sans sandpaper when I saw that mailbox today.

Tomorrow I’ll be hitting garage sales in a neighborhood near my house, then it’s back to Thursday’s estate sale for the half-off day.  Remember when I was talking about Saturday junking emergencies?  Tomorrow’s one of those days.  Then after hauling kids around early afternoon, I’ll be painting again, and the next day, and the next day…

Here are a few of the things that are shop-ready… hope you enjoy!

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I got the mirror at auction. It’s from a pub in England.  I painted and did a wee bit distress work on the frame.

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I think I’m taking her like she is, but I may end up painting her.

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I live in a mid-century modern house — hence the lamp, and that’s a Russel Wright bowl off to the left.  I’ve stowed the mirror, urns and candlesticks on my buffet for now.  I do so love that mirror — $1 at an estate sale!

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urns were from a neighborhood garage sale.

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yet another urn — $1 at a garage sale.

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And finally… a sweet little bird, tucked into its nest for the night…just like I’m about to be, as I’ll be an early bird in the morning.

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