A vintage chick is someone who has experienced the world and survived. She loves to make the world a better place by refurbishing one piece of junk at a time. She's a lover of life with more panache than an "old broad." She believes in staying "Calm and Carrying On." She has moxie with a good dose of common sense. She believes in using what is available and even in these troubled times her need for joy is not diminished. "Just living is not enough, man must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower." not to mention a good dose of wonderful junk.
I have been making delicious cookies for many years. This particular cookie was named when a former boyfriend proclaimed. "These are some big ass cookies." I wasn't sure if he was describing the cookie or me but he assured me it was the cookie. We launched our cookie business this September and we sold out. I will keep you posted on the progress of our latest business venture.
It is not quite forty degrees here and the wind is blowing and it might as well be the dead of Winter. How's that for whining? I decided that since it is so miserable outside I would share some of my flowers from the inside. I have been collecting flower prints since I was six years old. That's right six. We moved into this great old house the Summer I turned six. The previous owners had an estate sale before we moved in and since my Father was also a junker he and I went. As we walked through our soon to be new house he said "Is there anything you would like?" To say he overindulged me would be a gross understatement. Even then I loved anything old. I pointed to these two pictures still hanging on the wall and said "I would like those." I don't know if he was surprised at my request because he never showed it but he purchased the pictures along with some other items and we went home. This was 1963 and my Mother was not into decorating with anything old. She liked the new look and she was not pleased with our purchase. When we moved into our house Dad made sure those pictures went right back on the wall they had been hanging on. He felt they were original to the house and should remain there. My Mother decorated around them and cursed the day I started collecting flower prints. When I grew up and moved away those prints went with me. They have hung in every place I ever lived and now hang in my front room. I have added a few more along the way. This sweet little round frame and several others. This frame to the left was found in an abandoned house in the middle of no where in Kansas. My Father and I pilfered it when we were on a family vacation. My Mother was mortified to say the least. I have dozens of these pictures and I truly love them all. They remind me of a simpler time and they bring me peace when I look at them. Of course my favorites are the first ones bought for me by my Father. They remind me of him and what a great bond we had. Everyone that knows me very well also knows that it is those pictures that must be saved from fire, flood and famine. I once told a former boy friend that if the Nazi's were coming it was those pictures that must be saved. He didn't blink an eye. He knew exactly what I meant and I knew we would always be friends because he understood. As I get older I sometimes wonder where all this junk will go when I am done with it. Maybe I will have to have a contest to find the best home for my blue pictures but for now they will stay on my wall until they are taken down over my dead body.
The Vintage Chicks received this invitation yesterday to a wonderful Spring antique show and sale. It will be this weekend at The White House at 365 Blue Lakes Blvd N. in Twin Falls. It promises to be a great kick off to the Summer shopping season and will feature furniture,glassware,jewelry,linens,vintage clothing, country collectibles and garden items. Both Mrs. Harder and Ms. Weeks have years of collecting experience and I really look forward to seeing some of the treasures they will have for sale. I am in the market for a Craftsman style small oak table and I am keeping my fingers crossed that maybe, just maybe they will have such an item. Stop by if you are in the area. You won't be disappointed.
I spent all weekend working in my yard and it just looks lovely. The Quince is in bloom and the Tulips and Bleeding Heart look great but......today it is snowing and I want to scream! So I decided I needed a quick fix of cheer. The equation for this is add 1 ironstone bowl + 1 package of artificial cherries (courtesy of Target) ==infinite cheeriness for a minimal expenditure. I think the fruit looks surprisingly real. It reminds me of the marble stone fruit you can sometimes still find at rummage sales and in antique stores. Have a cheap and cherry cheerful day. Maybe I will bake a pie. You just can't feel blue when you are eating a slice of home made pastry.
It has happened time and time again that when I am junking I will find items in a sort of "cosmic cluster." It is usually an item I have never seen before or at least one I didn't know I wanted until I spotted it. Then a few days or weeks later I will find another. It's sort of strange and exciting all at once. Two weeks ago I found this little fish at one of my favorite thrifts. It is made out of a really thin metal that looks like it may have been made over a form and then painted. It has a little rhinestone fishy eye. I don't really like fish that much but he had such a charming personality I had to have him. Last week at a flea market I found this little cluster of birds. They are made the exact same way. It might even be some form of "pot" metal. They have a wonderful rosy hue and also have little rhinestone eyes. I grabbed this pin like it was the last loaf of bread in the Gulag. Now, both pins live happily on the dress form in my office.I haven't been able to do any research on them but I would love to know any information about them. I am sure they were not an expensive item but they sure are cute. Now I have a new collection/obsession. At least this time they are small enough to fit inside my house. Not like the garden gate debacle from a few years ago.
The only thing I love more than junk is gardening and working in my yard. Saturday Linda and I went to clean up our booth and add some new merchandise at the Whistle Stop and it gave us the perfect opportunity to stop at my favorite nursery. It is one of my happy places. It is a family owned business that started when one generation started selling bedding plants out of the back of a converted school bus and now is owned by the third generation that has taken it and made it even bigger and better. It has one the best selections of plants around and every year they always have something new and unusual.People from all around the area bring them their pots and boxes and they plant some of the most extraordinary container gardens. I'm afraid my photos just don't do the plantings justice. I am getting use to a new camera and I admit I got a lot of shots with my finger half over the lens. I could spend hours here as well as many of my hard earned dollars but I restrained myself and only bought enough to fill up the back end of the Jeep. I bought a new variety of rose that is a magenta color and is advertised to smell like cloves, one of my favorite scents. I am planting a new rose garden and as soon as it gets going I will include some pictures.
When I got home from the Doctor on Monday my niece Robin had left this little bouquet on my bedside table. It is just full of all the wonderful first Spring flowers. She even included a few dandelions for good luck. When we were little my Mother would take a dandelion flower and rub it under our chins. She would say that if we had been "stealing butter" it would leave a yellow mark. It always tickled and it always left a yellow mark. This little bunch of flowers was just such a thoughtful and welcoming treat to come home to. It reminds me of something I read once that "Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication." and kind gestures never go out of style.
If you have been reading my post for any length of time you already know that I made a promise to myself to quit putting off some important medical check-ups. Well Monday I did the bravest thing of all and went for my first colonostomy. When I went for my annual visit to the Doctor he suggested that because I was fifty something it was time and even though I hated the thought of it, I knew he was right. The procedure itself is very simple, it is the getting ready for the procedure that is a total nightmare. Imagine power hosing the outside of your house in anticipation of Spring, only miniaturize it and do it to yourself. Enough said. I went to my appointment and I got called back right away so there was no time to be nervous. Linda was my designated driver and was in the waiting room drinking coffee and watching bad waiting room T.V. They got me ready and I lay on the gurney in my little paper gown waiting for the procedure. I hadn't been given any drugs yet and I was trying just to relax and wait. I looked up and I swear to God, the Maytag repair guy walked down the hall with a screwdriver and a hammer in his hand. At this point I was rapidly changing my mind about the prudence of my health care decision. The doctor came in, the procedure came and went and when I woke up from the anesthesia I wasn't totally sure I had ever seen the Maytag guy. After we got home Linda told me that while she was waiting a service guy in a uniform checked in at the front desk and went into the back room with a screwdriver and a hammer in his hand. She said that all she could think of, was "God, I hope none of the patients see that guy while they are in recovery." All I could think of was, if the Maytag repair guy is moonlighting as a colon specialist maybe he is the loneliest guy around.
Today is the annual rummage sale at the Methodist church in Kimberly. We always try to go because they seem to have an endless array of good stuff every year and the prices are always rock bottom. We will try to get their early so that we can be among the first wave going through the door. Last year we found some great chairs, a few pieces of china and some great old linen. This is my favorite kind of sale because they have a wide variety of things. Hopefully we can get some pictures of our finds. I always say that but get so caught up in shopping that it isn't until we are back in the car getting ready to leave that I realize another photo opportunity has passed. Maybe if I wear the camera around my neck it will remind me stop and take a picture. I can't guarantee it. Every time I am around a sale I turn into a Junk Zombie with a one track junkin' mind. Maybe Linda can intervene.
When I was a kid we would play a game called Twenty Questions. One of the questions was always "Is it bigger than a bread box?" Well, now I know just how big a bread box is. This little gem measures sixteen inches by almost twelve inches and is the one good find Linda picked up at last weekends Flea Market. The pickins' were a little slim but that never stops us from finding something to buy. She traded a tablecloth made for a card table and two dollars in cash for this fabulous metal bread box. It needs a good cleaning but the slide door really works great. I want to use it to store dry cat food in my pantry and she wants to use it to store cookies. I guess we will have to arm wrestle to see who gets to use it first. Maybe I can get the cat to be on my side and elicit some type of sympathy vote. Wish me luck.
I mentioned yesterday that Sunday's Flea Market was slow, but that didn't mean we had a boring time. The reason is this little darling, Bunny. She is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and is three months old. One of our fellow vendors just got her and I cannot tell you just how sweet and charming she is. We all took turns playing with her and alternately threatening to kidnap her. I had a bad case of "dog fever." My old pal Slipper had to be put down almost two years ago and I have been so heart-broken that I couldn't even imagine getting another dog. Well, Bunny may have broken that curse. I did know that I wanted a small dog that could travel with us and I had considered a lot of different breeds but never a Pembroke. I had of course seen them with Queen Elizabeth and thought they were cute but until you meet one in person you cannot describe the character and wit they have. This is me trying to convince Bunny to come home with me. I will probably still find a rescue dog when the time comes because I firmly believe that is the responsible thing to do........but I will admit I was sorely tempted by this little pure bred.