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The cutest thing you have to see - antiques for pets

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I have been to many antique shops and fairs with my mom beginning when I was a very little girl. Over the years I have seen various antiques and vintage items used in interesting displays and repurposed for modern living. While some were probably original ideas, most were inspired by another and improved upon. That is the American way - take an idea and make it better or as Paula Abdul would say "you took the song and made it your own."
While antique shopping in Comfort, Texas, where I bought the little chair that I previously blogged about, the clerk there told me to go to Blackbird Antiques and see the Pugs. "It's really cute," he said and the owner would even let me take pictures. It peaked my interest and since I had planned on stopping by anyway, I made it my next destination. I wondered why he thought the dogs would be so interesting.
When I walked in, I was warmly greeted by Karen, the shop owner. I was immediately drawn to her comfortable store and beautiful antique pieces. Her natural talent for display and decorating quickly caught my attention. As I looked up to say hello, I saw beyond her a bit and my eye landed on the dogs. It stopped me in my tracks and then begged me to go investigate.
It was the cutest and most original thing I had ever seen... A room in the middle of the store all set up for the entertainment of her two Pugs, Molly and Hudson. I found them sitting on their dog beds almost looking like statues. These weren't just any dog beds either. These were vintage and antique pieces all artfully displayed in vignettes. Karen has been collecting salesman sample furniture for a long time and has some beautiful pieces. Their scale fits the dogs perfectly.

She paid attention to every detail and made it so fun to really study the room. In the dog's living room they could relax on the leather couch accented with comfy vintage pillows and quilts and watch t.v.
A trunk decorated with interesting items was being put to use as a coffee table. These dogs lead quite the life. Is this not the sweetest thing?

The beds are hard-to-find salesman samples that have been fitted with custom ticking stripe mattresses and topped with colorful quilts and pillows.
You know what I have been keeping my eye out for since I returned from Texas!
The bedside table is displayed with a vintage toy phone, cap guns, books with cowboy boot bookends, vintage clocks and a lamp. Above Molly's bed hangs her purses and on the floor beside her are cute slippers on a vintage braided rug. In front of the bed is where they park their car, a Volkswagen beetle.

On the other side of their room and closest to Molly were the dressers. Molly's was a beautiful green color with glass knobs and topped with perfume bottles, vintage brushes and other toys. To the right of it you can see a miniature laundry basket filled with dog bones - so clever.

Next to the dresser is Hudson's armoire and their piano. On top of the armoire is a toy slot machine, oil lamp and more toys. Trae enjoyed playing the slot machine among other things. It's a good thing the dogs were friendly and knew how to share. Trae man tried out all of the toys and couldn't get enough of Hudson. I think he had enough of Trae man but was such a patient puppy.


The kids went crazy for the dogs and loved each and every display piece. We talked for days about how they wanted to make a room for our dog this way.

I wonder if Hudson appreciates humans on his couch??

Karen was so gracious to let my children look at every interesting article and play with the dogs. They have been receiving mail from customers who were inspired to create spaces for their dogs and have sent Karen pictures of their finished product.
She displays all of the letters and pictures in the room above the two dressers. Local children like to come visit and send pictures for both Molly and Hudson. With sincere humility, Karen said she had no idea that this would be a hit with customers or that she was starting a trend in antiques for pets. If you are ever in the Texas Hill country, make it a point to visit Karen in her delightful shop. Besides this wonderful display, she really has some great antiques, artisan jewelry, beautiful bedding and more.

So tell your friends, stop by for a visit and give our best to Molly and Hudson!

What are some of your favorite items you see in the pictures? Do tell. I'm sure Karen would love to know!



Blackbird Antiques
509 7th Street
Comfort, Texas 78013
830-995-2550



Cue Spring

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

This morning I received a call from my neighbor who had moved out of the beautiful farmhouse across the street. They moved to an even lovelier and larger farmhouse a few miles away. She was calling me back because I wanted her permission to hack away at the Forsythia flowers on her property. Her response was, "Hack away Laura! And while you're at it, take the Magnolia when it blooms." Music to my ears.

After chatting with her for a bit, I grabbed a knife, threw on Jon's coat and headed out the door. The brisk air this morning made me wince. I had a look of determination on my face as I marched down the street. Then the thought crossed my mind that I may look like a serial killer - serious face, dwarfed by a big coat and a shiny knife in hand. So I thought I should put a happy step in my walk so I wouldn't scare anyone. Although the thought of a smiling person wielding a knife is a little scary as well. Anyway...


The branches were wild and unruly so I just took them at random. I had my tall Homegoods vase in mind so all I needed were the stems to be long and thick enough to fill the large space on the wall.

I didn't pay much attention to form except that I wanted single branches to stay in line with the side shape of the vase. The rest of them in the middle could just go crazy and do their thing. And then as the sun started peeking through the window and the Forsythia livened up their little corner in the entry, they did do their thing...cue Spring!

Coffee shops and a thrift store find

Friday, March 25, 2011


Last night Jon and I snuck out for a date to the coffee shop.

We go between a couple of them but when we want to sit down in a quiet area and talk politics or everything else under the sun, we go to the most eclectic place in town. It's in a former old Victorian so there are lots of angular rooms, each with stacks of games and books on tables and old photos on the walls.

We found our usual table in one of the outermost rooms and split a cinnamon roll and brownie while sipping on Chamomile tea.

There was a hot wheels car on each table so we rolled the cars around as we talked. We looked over the wall of post-it notes where you can leave any kind of message you want. I checked to see if ours were still up there from last year. Back then the friendly clerk handed out the notes to us and said in an age where we e-mail, text and call, the written note has been forgotten. So we were to write something down for someone to see and enjoy. My kind of girl.

I mean what kind of place does that? Only quirky ones that's what.
I am drawn to those types of places for some reason and so is Jon. We are from (near to) one of the wierdest cities on earth so that may explain my affinity for an interesting something or another.

So when I'm at the thrift shop, it seems my eye wanders for the quirky and cute, like these little guys. A set of vintage glossy wooden salt and pepper shakers (paid $1.99 at the thrift, saw them on Etsy for $17.50) in one of my favorite colors. Perfect for the spring and summer picnic table.
I can hardly wait!

What types of things are you drawn to? Any particular color?

Have a great weekend - so glad it's Friday!

Corners - Wednesday quotes

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Two things I couldn't resist today: Orange tulips and new artwork

One thing that we have tried to teach our children is to "look back around the corner." It sounds strange but they have often heard this phrase. Although we stress working hard for good grades, I am more overjoyed when I receive a note from their teacher telling me that they observed one of my children showing compassion during school.

So when I say the phrase "look back around the corner" I mean to run a range of scenarios through their mind before judging another so they'll think before they speak; to see something that maybe others don't and go from there.
Maybe that disheveled kid at school has to get himself ready every morning because his exhausted parent(s) are working second jobs to make ends meet, maybe that girl who is always so negative in class has never had any positive reinforcement at home. You get the idea.

This is true for adults as well.

I remember when the area around my hometown was experiencing urban sprawl and quick growth and I was home to attend my dad's funeral. I was driving in a formerly familiar area but because of its growth, it became suddenly unfamiliar to me. I was following my brother to the viewing and the gloomy January sky loomed low and heavy on me.

While driving, my brother was quick to turn this way and that without much warning. He had a lot on his mind that day too but I was keeping up so it was no bother. But it did bother the person behind me and he let me know as I quickly flipped my turn signal and darted left into the convenience store where my brother needed to buy gasoline. The driver had to brake quickly and yelled at me as he couldn't make it through the stop light.

The day had just kicked me down and that guy was its final blow. At first I thought, "If he only knew..." and then the thought occurred to me that he really didn't know my situation but I didn't know his either. I was too consumed with my needs and wasn't looking back around the corner. Maybe he was having just as bad a day as me but we were dealing with it differently. Maybe he just lost his job, who knows. I felt embarrassed thinking that his priority at that moment was to make my day better. So I waved my arm in apology. He was still at the light and gave me a nicer wave back.

The other day my son was complaining about some kids at school who took over the younger boys' kickball game. I overheard my oldest daughter telling him that maybe that boy wasn't wanted in the older boys' game so with hurt feelings, he went to take over another game. Although not right, maybe that's what happened and next time he could invite him to play first.

So they have been listening.

That moment was a great reminder for me to do better at practicing what I preach because I'll be the first one to break my own rules. I am so far from perfect it's not even funny.

And I sometimes forget I have 5 pairs of eyes watching my daily interactions.

Some situations may call for something to be said but it depends on that situation, person and delivery. If I first stop and form those scenarios in my mind, it often results in realizing that what I may have wanted to say isn't that important after all.

Have a great Wednesday, peeps! I appreciate you.

Weekend recap - A class reunion themed party

Monday, March 21, 2011


Last Friday I was helping put together a church party. It may sound like it wouldn't be that exciting but this wasn't going to be just any church get-together, this was going to be loud and fun...this was for adults and the theme was "Class Reunion." When we sent out reminders for it, I made these little hand-outs and upon seeing them, someone said, "You should put these on your blog." It hadn't crossed my mind but since it's late Monday night, a weekend recap is in order.

What's the big deal, right? Just a quickly typed up reminder.

But turn it to the side and you have yourself a graduation cap complete with tassel. I just used a brad, embroidery floss and black cardstock.
A tip: When making invitations and if possible, send out something dimensional rather than flat. It will be better remembered - I guarantee it or my name isn't Laura Montgomery (said pointing to myself.)

I was still deciding on table centerpieces at the 11Th hour. Some of my best inspiration comes at that time for some reason. I had originally planned on making floral arrangements but time was quickly eluding me and when I realized I was short on vases and would have to get more, I nixed that idea. I was thinking of a more casual setting anyway. And easy. And cheap. What to do...

Since the theme was about school, I pulled off the vintage globes and books from my shelves, grabbed a box of new pencils and a stash of 45 records I purchased (with this party in mind) and put them in a box to take with me. On each table we set out a white tablecloth, stacked the books in the center, topped them with pencils, tied balloons that Jaime brought to the 45's and set out tea lights that Debra donated to the cause.

A few weeks prior we had put out a request for submissions of school photos so I was busy getting the last of those. I took every single frame I owned (which surprised me and was slightly embarrassed that there were around 40 - you know I like salon style gallery walls, right??) and framed every one's pictures. My friend and fellow party planner, Panda, suggested placing them across the stage so every one could walk up and see them. Genius.

So with the globes in the middle, we staged all of the pictures and loved looking back at every one's school days. You know...80's and 90's hair, cheesy poses, the 70's look, West coast grunge and mid century cool. This picture was one of the night's favorite photos. We called it "American Graffiti."

During a round of the game "Two truths and a lie" which was a bunch o' fun, we learned that someone got their skis run over by the rapper Coolio, one was in a hilariously named music band, one was the State trombone Band champion in Texas, there was a debate team member, another an ASB President, one a State FHA president, and someone who we know as being outgoing and friendly was terribly shy in high school. Those are just a few examples of the true funny facts about people. We also had a celebrity match game where you had to identify the celebrity in their high school photo which was fabulously put together by another friend. Note: Brad Pitt looks exactly the same.

And after all that we got to eating and dancing to Nate's great playlist for the next few hours. My feet hurt afterward which was just how it should be - evidence of a good time. Either that or maybe wrong shoes... Whatever the case, it was fun and the turn-out was great!

And who says church people don't know how to party???

Home confusion

Thursday, March 17, 2011

One thing that I really enjoy when I look at interior spaces is a good mix of vintage and contemporary design. By contemporary, I mean current times. And vintage can be your choice of antique from whatever year or design style that you enjoy.
As long as it's adds character to a room and is something you like, then who cares about "rules."

Nice legs.

Cleared for Craig

Original hardware
Now, I have a lot of different tastes which can be tricky when you don't have the space for it all. It looks a little less thought out and more like Sanford & Son when you try to cram it all in one space.

Which reminds me of the time when I lived in SC and my mom was visiting. We went to the thrift shop and I found an awesome round dinner table but we couldn't get it into my Jeep. We tried every which way and had the chairs sticking out all over. I was tying rope around everything trying to keep it from falling out on the main road. We packed and repacked. Then my mom, who was just 5'2", opened the passenger side door, stepped up so she could see over the car and said, "Why do I suddenly feel like we are Sanford & Son?" To which I busted out laughing. And then every time I tried to rearrange something, I would hum the tune of the show, do a dance and we'd laughed until our sides ached.





Anyway, sorry - I love to remember funny things...

Because our house is small and to keep it from being "home confused" - is it a home or a thrift shop? I have to rotate items and part with some like the dresser pictured which has a huge detached mirror. Although I would love to keep it, there is just no space. Insert sad face moment.

Dressers are not just for clothes anymore either. They are being used as sofa tables and office storage. I think they are even better than sofa tables because you have a place to stash all of the stuff that finds its way onto your couch. Like at my house you can find toys, parts to a game, books, magazines, play make-up, and anything that isn't supposed to be on the couch, on the couch. The list goes on. Right now I have a large ottoman that hides all that but I would love to throw a dresser in the mix - dang that space issue...

So I better quit talking (typing rather) and get this dresser up on Craig and his list before I change my mind.

Have a good day!
***no turning back. Within minutes of posting on Craigslist, the e-mails started coming in.***
****Update: Kent the dresser was sold tonight. It's nice to have some space back!****

Wednesday quotes - Spring

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


“In the spring, at the end of the day,
you should smell like dirt.”
Margaret Atwood (Canadian Writer, b.1939)


Come on Spring, I'm ready to plant some flowers. I love digging up the earth and then seeing beauty emerge. Filling the house with flowers is one of the best things about the season.
I don't mind getting my hands a little dirty, do you?

The typing test

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


When I was a teen-ager I really liked rings. I still do but don't wear them as often as I would like, only reserving them for going out of the house. That's probably because I don't want to bang them against something while working in the house. You think I should cut back on the housework?

Well anyway, I had a bunch of rings I would rotate wearing. Every time I tried on a new one, I would pretend to be typing. Friends and sales clerks would ask me what I was doing and I told them I wanted to see how good it looked. The typing test was my measure to see if I wanted it or not.

When Jon and I got married, I hadn't seen my wedding ring until he slipped it on my finger during the ceremony so I quickly did an "air type." It passed with flying colors!

So while I was at Claire's with the girls recently, Charley called me over to show me an owl ring she thought I would like. I immediately put it on and took to the counter to type.

Yep, good!

Date night

Monday, March 14, 2011

with the Mr. on Friday.

I was a kid again at the roller rink.
There was disco, stobe lights, the Starburst game, a little M.J. and YMCA

My favorite part was that he held my hand in front of his friends
and it didn't even bother him.

I love my boy.

Pulling for Nihon

Sunday, March 13, 2011




With fellow missionaries and two friends from English class. Otsu, Japan.


My association with Japan started long before I visited the country. When I was a 6th grader, I had the opportunity to have a pen pal. Our city was beginning a sister city program so I thought that would be a fun experience and signed up.

My pen pal was Nagisa Kawai and we wrote all through middle school and in to high school. During the summer before my Junior year, I was able to travel to Japan with our exchange program and finally got to meet my pen pal. I also had many other wonderful experiences of meeting new people and seeing beautiful sights, like climbing Mt. Fuji overnight and seeing Kabuki theatre in Tokyo.

For my high school graduation my parents shipped me off to Japan for the summer, at my request. My mom encouraged me to go because she said the opportunity to go oversees wouldn't happen much when I was married and had children. Travel was something that I had been longing to do and that experience further deepened my love for the country.

A few years later I decided that I wanted to go on a mission for my church. I could be sent pretty much anywhere in the world and the thought crossed my mind that I could be sent to Japan so I had my hopes up for that.

But, there is no guarantee of where you'll go and wishing is just that, wishing. You go where you are called. The only questions on my mission papers relating to areas of the world had to do with health and how confident I felt in learning another language if I had to do so. I studied 2 years of Spanish and lived with my native Spanish speaking mother so the language was familiar to me. I also had 2 years of Japanese but the language still wasn't that familiar.

Long story short - I was called to Kobe, Japan for 18 months.
Two of those months were at the Missionary Training Center for an intensive study with many other missionaries and the rest was spent in two areas of Japan. The first was the large, port city of Kobe and the other was the little country town of Otsu.


Pounding scalding hot rice into mochi. Mochi is tasty!

So when I heard news of the Tsunami, my heart went back to the familiar country and it's tender but resilient people. I could visualize the narrow roads, the low lying rice fields and the beautiful Sakura that will soon be in bloom. I could see the green hills thick with trees and shrubbery, children smartly dressed in school uniforms and mothers wearing dresses while riding their older model bicycles to the market.

I could see train attendants in white gloves pushing the last person into the train so the doors could close, groups of college students laughing outside the record store, babies in strollers eating a snack of sushi rice and getting it all over their sweet faces and a local festival in the street where we would grab a fan and join their traditional dance. But most of all, I could see a polite people so often welcoming me into their homes and telling me they were so honored that someone would want to learn their language and culture. I told them it was my honor.

So it is with great sadness to see the devastation, panic and stress upon their faces. It is my hope that the rescue efforts keep finding some happy endings and when they don't, which is the inevitable, they will know there are people all over the world pulling for them.

Because in the grand scheme of things, we are not that much different.

Redi for a pedi

Saturday, March 12, 2011

You think?

Wednesday quotes on enduring life's trials

Thursday, March 10, 2011


As we were sitting in the waiting area of the nursing home, I wondered what my mother-in-law would look like now. I wondered what toll the Alzheimer's, strokes and Parkinson's disease had taken on her body. I also wondered why such a sweet and truly gentle Southern girl, who was always just that, had to go through this triple whammy of health problems.

I could ask the why questions all day knowing there really isn't one good reason or any type of explanation as to why other than God's will is His and we have to go through life taking what comes our way with grace.

That's what I felt Jon's mom always has; grace.

I knew that was on Jon's mind too. He has always been a momma's boy. Not the kind that couldn't let go and move away, but one who truly loves his mother and has a reverence for her.

We sat quietly waiting and couldn't see around the corner to the hall. Occasionally some of the kids would jump around and run down the hall. Reese exclaimed that she was coming with Grandpa. I noticed that the excited look on his face quickly faded and he looked a little nervous. She wasn't the same grandma anymore it seemed...

When my father-in-law steered her wheelchair around the corner, I was pleasantly surprised. Although more frail, she still looked like herself, just tired but nothing like I had expected. Her skin still flawless and fair at 72; her hair still soft with curls falling about her face. It's length showed off her ears beset with lovely diamonds. Her clothes were nice, a blue striped sweatshirt and matching pants, thick comfortable socks and purple fuzzy slippers. Trae touched her feet and said, "I wike your shoes." eliciting from her a smile and laugh.

Jon's dad told her that we were all there as if introducing us for the first time, I suppose it was to help jog her memory. But she hadn't forgotten and upon seeing us, began to cry. She looked directly at me and I knew she absolutely remembered. It was as if I could see it "click" within her and her tears flowed.
We connected as mothers, knowing that more than anything all she wanted was to get up and be with her family, to have her grandchildren next to her and grant their every wish of what book to read to them and what favorite food to make. Just like before. That is what mothers like to do.

But she doesn't complain, never has - and when you ask her what she's thinking about, she just says, "I think about Jesus a lot."

Jon recounted memories with her, most of which she remembered. While holding hands and with moistened eyes, he told her he loved her and that she was a good mom. She responded by whispering she loved him and "You're a good boy." Then she saw all of our kids and couldn't believe how big they were and how time had flown.

At times I could hear the old Joyce's voice before it trailed off to a whisper. Because of the heavy fatigue, it is impossible for her to keep her eyes open very long but she listens and her sharp wit made appearances. Reese was sporting a fake mustache and when Jon told his mom that, she giggled and in a faint Texas drawl said, "Oh, he's too young for that." When she asked what our plans were for the day, Jon replied that I wanted him to take me to "Garden something.." Smiling, she finished his sentence by saying, "Ridge. Uh huh, Yes, you'll like that."

After a few days of visiting with her the time came for us to go back home. On our last visit Jon told her one of his most favorite memories was going to church when he was little and letting him rest his head on her lap during the sermon. It was so hot in church that he would get tired so he lay down on her lap as she stroked his hair. He told her that it made him feel so loved. Softly she said, " I'm glad to hear that because that always made me the happiest. It was my job to make sure you kids knew you were loved." A tear fell. Reese moved in and tenderly dabbed her eyes with a tissue and placed some in her hand. That is the real him.

Shortly after, Jon and his dad went down the hall for something and I moved into Jon's seat at her right. She turned slightly toward me as I took her hand. "It's been a good life." she said.

I bowed my head and squeezed my eyes shut to let the tears fall down my face. I held my breath so she wouldn't hear me cry and then I was able to quickly compose myself and respond, "Yes, it has."

Upon entering the house that she loved setting up, pictures are perfectly placed on every wall. Photos of grandkids at birth, then at ages 2, 5, 6, 9, 15...there are pictures of her children in cribs and then pictures of them with their own children in cribs...there is a grouping of wedding portraits of all of us and pictures of great-grandparents, graduations, family get-togethers, snapshots of when they were young, places they lived, all snapshots of a life well-lived.

And it has indeed, flown by.

We were saddened by all that she has to endure. We take comfort in thinking that in relation to how quickly time has flown, that enduring doesn't seem so long either.

I'm sure every one of you can look around and ask yourself where the time went. You're already sending that baby to Kindergarten, your youngest is getting married, you've been out of school 30 years now, your first grandchild is already 3, your baby just got his driver's license, you've just hit your 5-year anniversary at work, you only have 2 more years until the car is paid off...

That is not to say that enduring is easy, but it's not forever. Some do have significantly more challenges than others so it may feel like forever. My heart aches for those people.

But really, it will be just for a moment. The human spirit is strong but you have to be willing to exercise it and put out all your faith to go forward. That decision is a personal one which takes time.

But with the love of family, we endure.

My favorite find story and antique shopping in TX - Part deux

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Not far from my in-laws and located in the Texas Hill country is the quaint town of Comfort.

Along the way there on slow country roads you might spy a longhorn or two. It's always a treat to see them. I yelled when I spotted one which nearly made Jon stomp on the brakes. I tend to do that a lot which Jon politely tells me to stop doing when he's driving. It startles him and he says, "What, what??!" thinking there's going to be an accident or that we left a kid somewhere.

Comfort is known as an antiquing town. Which ever way you turn you'll run into some shops, all with interesting items, unique finds and artful displays. On our 3rd anniversary Jon and I stayed at the Comfort Commons B&B right in town.



Blackbird Antiques - more on that later!


Even a town's typical bank, library and cafe are not so typically done here.

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This cafe, 7th Heaven, had the best tortilla soup I have ever tasted. The owner was so friendly and even opened up their shop (the pink bldg) for me to peek inside.


And yes, the burgers were that good. My kids kept slapping me on the arm to prove it.

Time only allotted us to go into a few stores and upon entering the first, I noticed a small table outside the door. Its heavy slate top immediately caught my eye. I made it a point to come back to see if the table was still there after we looked around the town a bit. It was originally $26.00 marked down to $20.00 but I got it for $17.50.
I knew it would be perfect for the patio and a place to park my pots I purchased at Garden Ridge. (Wow, tongue twister - alotta P's.)

Both of the larger pots were $9.99 each.
The smaller one with the bamboo pattern is vintage McCoy which I found at my local thrift shop for $1.99. I know, crazy good price.

And now for my favorite find story...
The reason the table was $17.50 is because when I went back to look at it, I spied a little chair on the other side of the entrance. You know me finding a child's chair = happy, right?

It hadn't been tagged yet so I asked how much it was and the friendly clerk said he was just marking it $26.50. I asked if that was firm and he said it was since it had just come in. So that's when I asked what his firm price was on the table. He told me to hold on while he asked the boss and came back and said he would give me both pieces for $35.00 total.


SOLD!
And then guess what happened?

I ran back to the cafe where Jon and the kids were finishing up their lunch in the beautiful 80 degree weather and told him it would be easier to drive by the shop on the way out and load the stuff into the trailer rather than carrying it back to the car. major run-on sentence but I get like that when I am excited...
So we did and we were finally on our way back to PA.
A little while later I pulled out my new magazine and began thumbing through it.


AND what did I spot on a page showcasing furniture designer Bob Williams house??

My chair.
Right there. right. there.

And then I yelled and startled Jon again.

Happy Tuesday!

Tomorrow:
Wednesday quotes - thoughts on enduring


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Linking to House of Grace

Treasure hunting on vacation - Day 1, the Flea Market

Monday, March 7, 2011



As you drive toward Gatlinburg, TN you'll see many signs for antique shops and a few flea markets. There were so many that I could not decide which one to hit. The car was in much need of a good cleaning evidenced by a few days of the kid's snack wrappers in the back seats. So while Jon was at the car wash, I decided on the flea market. The huge sign boasting that it was the area's largest was the hook.

I had no plan on what to buy. I wasn't really looking for anything in particular. Those markets can be hit and miss so I usually stay at the booths outside where you are more likely to find odds and ends and not the year round booths indoors that sell everything from puppies to velvet Elvises - I was tempted on both counts. Oh, yes I was.

But I settled for this yellow vintage pyrex bowl - $3.00. Not only for looks or color, they are actually usable items. I saw the same bowl later on at an antique shop in Comfort, Texas for $23.00. I love it when that happens.

Pyrex


The old fan - $18.00

I regretted passing up on a fan at a garage sale about 5 years ago because I thought it was too large and not in better shape. I should have gotten it anyway since their prices have only increased, even for those types.

This one was marked $20.00. I saw others for 25.00 and 12.00 but this one was the nicest and smallest. So I came back armed with my standard question, "Is this your best price?"

He knocked off 2 bucks but it was better than nothing. The fan is heavy with a great flower design and cast iron base and it actually works. I need to clean it up a bit but not too much.


Vintage trouble light - $5.00.

Many times prices are not marked at flea markets so you have to ask what price they want for their items. I usually like that better so I can strike up a conversation about their booth. You'll find that some are really willing to tell you stories which is one thing I enjoy about the people there. This seller had piles of things to dig through - my favorite.

I didn't hesitate when I asked how much he wanted for the light and he said just five dollars. I have been looking for one forever but didn't want to go the ebay route. I love industrial design elements but they don't always come cheap. This light would not be less than $150.00 if I bought it wired and ready to go.

After successfully rewiring another light, Jon and I think we can do this ourselves and then it will hang over the kitchen sink. Since the bulb is visible, I'll replace it with a reproduction Edison bulb so it's more interesting and fits the modernism era of the light fixture, like this.




Also purchased that day: a hot pink dog tag for Charli dog, aka, Ruffy. - $5.00

a 1956 Home design book with good graphics - $2.00
a bunch of 45's (records) for church dance decorations - $5.00
2 pairs of new sunglasses - $6.00

Coming up:
Tuesday:
Treasure hunting in Texas with my favorite find of the trip

Wednesday:
quotes
A visit to Garden Ridge
Have a great Monday!