Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
You all (aka y'all) know that one of my most favorite things to do is frequent auctions and/or estate sales. So you know what I did today and what I'll be posting tomorrow!
The pictures may not be all that artful (or even interesting), but d'ya see all the GREEN? For more on Project Green, click HERE
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Yesterday I posted my "green" pix on my other blog. Today, I decided to put them here and to include: A lady with at least one green eye, whose name shall be anonymous; two sweet figurines , one with touches of green, the other that is almost all green; and a rustic little light pretending to be part of a tropical Paradise.
I saw this little vintage handmade sewing travel case of sorts at Willow Creek Antiques (Bristol, Virginia) today. It is in a booth caddy-cornered to our space there and I'm seriously thinking about buying it for myself.
It's been awhile since I've posted photographs of some of the goodies at Willow Creek. If you want to see some eye candy in the form of antiques, I've added photos HERE.I've been watching a pair of nesting bluebirds for the last couple weeks. Today, their five eggs hatched and I'm sooo excited!!! I posted photos on my other blog, Greener Pastures, if you want to journey over there and see them.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
One of my most favorite things to do after an estate auction is to come home and go through the boxes of items that I've purchased. While I generally bid on items that I believe can be cleaned and or repaired for a decent resale price, I have to admit that I get great pleasure sorting through the many treasures that get tossed into these boxes.
I allow my imagination to wander and wonder as I divide them into assorted piles of well, stuff. My general piles end up loosely as sheer trash, things to donate, things to sell at yet another auction, items to be cleaned, repaired and sold, items that I like and want to keep and enjoy for an undetermined amount of time. Certain other items catch my attention and capture the imagination that has consumed part of my right brain since childhood.
I have to wonder why someone would carefully preserve and tuck away items that obviously had meaning to them. Taking my curiosity a step further, I wonder how such an item, precious to someone, ended up tossed into the bottom of an auction box for someone, completely detached from the family and those memories, to end up with it.
Such is the case of this old watch. It is obviously very old and was worn for ages by an individual who appreciated it. The leather watchband is split at both ends, the watch crystal cracked across the face. Someone had written this bit of history on a little plastic box and kept it inside.
I wonder how long it has been in this box? Who was Paul? I can only imagine that someone in the family who was detached from Paul but not from the person who put it in this box could not allow him or herself to throw it away but didn't know what to do with it. So, it got tossed in an auction box. My box.
And this tiny identification bracelet. I don't know when hospitals stopped putting these on the arms of newborn babies. I know that when my own babies were born in 1971 and 1978, I wanted to always preserve these sweet bracelets. Once home, I carefully removed the bracelets from their precious wrists and fastened them in baby books.
This is obviously an item that brings back a torrential pouring of wonderful memories for me. So, who is this baby? Has the baby's mother been looking for this item? How sad she must be to know she lost it! Or, had the mother died in childbirth? How old is this bracelet? It was made with string and beads; the ones made for my children had a stretchy cord, so I'm guessing this baby was born before mine.
Finally, look at this little handmade potpourri bag. Someone carefully beaded the design of a butterfly on one side. The stitches are secure and straight. The details even include the tip of the butterfly antennae. The stitches that close the bag reveal a different story.
The spacing is farther apart and much looser than in the rest of the item. Maybe a child stuffed the pocket and stitched it closed after Mom or Grandma did "her" part of it. Was it put together as a rainy day activity? Perhaps Grandma wanted to teach her grandchild some simple stitching techniques.
Oops, I've let the time get away from me. I need to start dinner! Thanks for stopping by and don't forget to leave a comment to get entered for this month's giftaway! I'll show you a "teaser pic" in a couple of days!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
We like to keep an eye open for not only deals in estate sales, yard sales, etc., but real estate as well. One topic that comes up often in our conversations is the fact that we'd love to have a house with larger rooms, lots of storage and flatter property. It's not unusual for me to spend a couple hours a week researching real estate trends in our area (keep in mind that I was in the mortgage business for over 20 years) as well as investigate foreclosures.
One foreclosure came to my attention yesterday. It sounded like something that might interest us on approximately 3 1/2 acres of property. It was a nice home but it just wasn't us. I didn't get a picture showing the entire house but I did snap this one.
That weeping cherry tree beckoned me to stand under it to get this shot: I just had to share it with you. I felt like I had little tufts of pink clouds all around me. Earlier I had stopped at a yard sale where I picked up this handmade handkerchief shelf. It was in good condition and I generally don't paint furniture that is in good condition; however, this begged to be made more feminine. I had to succumb to its request. It does stand straight, by the way, but I took this picture while still down in the shop room and I had papers under it while painting it. This isn't the way I'll display it, either. I just didn't feel like taking a picture of it being naked.This praying little girl is a broken angel statue that I dug out of an old estate box. She doesn't have her wings but I still think she's sweet. She's a constant reminder that, although something is broken it can still be useful and beautiful.