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.
I was at one of my local thrifts the other day and it is my habit to always check out the cook books. I found a few goodies; "The Wonder Of Coconut" and "Glamor Desserts." These were little pamphlets meant to sell a product and enlighten the hostess with the mostess. They had some great graphics and I love this type of recipe guide because they are really little time capsules of style. I started to move on when I saw these two black notebooks. At first they didn't look too interesting and I almost passed. I guess the junk fairy was watching out for me because I turned back and reached up and then squealed. These two unassuming books hold a treasure of 1950's textile painting designs. A lady named Ruthe Hapffgarten from Boise, Idaho published them to "help the home crafter awaken their artistic talent." These patterns are meant to be traced on cocktail napkins, neckties and blouses. The author looks like a cross between Joan Crawford and Ethel Rosenberg.There are a lot of florals and even a cowgirl and a square dancing horse. The book includes quite a variety of fun designs including this cocktail swilling frog and sea horse pair. There is even a naughty necktie design with a semi-nude mermaid. I am no artist but I can copy things if I have something to look at. I have been painting some rough wooden chairs and benches for the flea market and now I can expand my repertoire to include these fun and retro designs. Sometimes inspiration comes when you least expect it and when you find it for only a dollar you have no excuse not to release your inner artist.
I did a little junking at the beginning of last week. I knew it was going to be a good day when the first thing I spotted was this Gen-U-Ine bark cloth pillow. It was in great shape and the colors are still bright with just the perfect amount of fade. And because for some reason I can never get enough aluminum serving pieces I had to add these two to my burgeoning collection. The one without the handle is hand hammered and is very heavy. I love to use these, especially in the Summer. I like to put them in the freezer and then serve melon or berries on them. They come out all frosty and people think they are getting a treat. I also found this New York plate.I visited there about five years ago and fell in love with the city. I have a rather large collection of old state plates. I have always thought it would be fun to have a dinner party and set the table using them along with corresponding souvenir glasses. Maybe someday I can put together the right combination of people who would find it charming and not wack-a-do. I had to have this "muffin" tin. The holes are more like little bundt pan shapes. I like to use them to make individual bread puddings or berry bottom cake. This one really needs a good scrubbing but when I get done with it the desserts will be worth the extra elbow grease. And certainly last but not least I had to have these two little orphans.Yes, the dog is wearing a beret, I think. He looks very somber. I think he needs a little cheering up. Maybe I will turn him into something up cycled and give him a better attitude. The little oil can is just a sweet tidbit. I couldn't pass it up. It just seems happy and joyous all dolled up with it's sweet paint job. Whenever I am out and about I always think I am shopping for my Etsy store but it seems like this post was all about me. I have had a rough week so I can honestly say, for once, without guilt, "Greed Is Good."
For the last week I have been on a roller coaster of emotions. My Mother was in the hospital and her resulting injury meant she would have to be placed in a nursing home. It is the best place for her but the connotation is just dreadful. I have cared for her the last five years at home and it will be a big adjustment for all of us. I have found myself in a dither. Everything has been unsettled and frankly I have felt a little like a hamster on a very unpleasant wheel. I decided today that the only concrete thing I can do is to "calm my ass down." That is a catch phrase my family uses when we are trying to defuse an uncomfortable situation and make each other laugh. I am going to take my own Vintage Chick advice and "Stay calm and Carry On." I will be posting about junk and trying my best to get on with things I can enjoy. Thanks for your good wishes and patience.
My Mother is ninety one and on Tuesday she fell and broke her pelvis in two places. This is the first broken bone she has ever had. She can be a Diva and she is very proud of her appearance even at her age. She was lotioning her feet and legs and basically giving herself a pedicure. She put on her rubber clogs with her lotioned feet and of course slipped and ended up flat on her back. She is now in the hospital and we are all hoping she will be able to recover to some degree. She is a feisty gal but at her age it is a tough situation. She has been living with me for the past five years. She will have to go into a care center for physical therapy and professional care. It is a situation that is never easy even when you think you are prepared for it. She and I have had to make a lot of adjustments in order to live in the same house. We are both strong, independent women and at times it has been a challenge to balance each of our needs. We will have to continue to adjust as we meet this new situation head on. I hope to be back junking soon but the next few days will be filled with the more practical side of life. I will keep you posted.
No this is not my latest find from an estate sale. It is just an image I am using to accompany my blog today. I had to spend an impressive amount of time even finding something that was compatible with my own sensibilities. I finally decided this was the best and most tasteful picture, considering the subject matter. Now I will admit I was a fan of the television show "Six Feet Under." I enjoyed the dark humor and the quirky characters but I never really enjoyed the LAB scenes. I think mortician science is a very needed and respected profession but not one I personally would like to pursue. So it came as a shock to me to find that there are several practicing morticians with my exact name. I will try to clear up this rather strange and rambling blog. A few weeks ago a person was trying to contact me. They read the newspaper article about the furniture whisperer and they Googled my name. They did indeed get in touch with me and all was well. When they told me they Googled me I decided I would Google myself and see what was out there. The usual expected stuff was all there but as I studied further I found that my name is evidently a very popular name for those owning mortuaries. Not just in one place but in several different states over several generations. It was a real trip to see it in black and white. I always thought I had a rather unusual name but I guess the world is a very small place. I am going to stay away from Google for awhile. There are some things I would just as soon not know about. Call me an ostrich or call me a coward but I am not going into the family business.
In case you hadn't already guessed, I am one of those people who is not afraid of making a fool out of myself. Maybe it has something to do with my theater background or just the fact that the older I get the less I care about public opinion. Either way I will do what is required to get things started. Saturday was a little slow. We had tons of traffic and a great location but it seemed like no one was stopping. So I took the matter into my own hands and donned the majorette hat we had brought and marched up and down the street in front of our venue. We got a lot of smiles and I don't know if it helped business any but the vendors had a good time anyway. The weather was actually pretty nice. After a few raindrops in the morning the rest of the day was quite pleasant. We did end up making our sales goal and we got to see some of our regular customers who took the time to look us up. The time went much more quickly than it sometimes does at our indoor sites and I think the first week of Vintage Chicks Summer Camp will be remembered as a success. Our tent went up without a hitch. Thanks to all of our practicing. The decor turned out to be cheerful as well as practical and our customers seemed to really appreciate our lay out. We sold a lot of our Big Ass Cookies and as usual the Crispy Rice treats were a big fan favorite. I think they are portable comfort food we remember from childhood and our customers just seem to love them. We will definitely do more of these. It is a great chance to spend time on our business and the location is perfect and you never know when an impromptu parade may spontaneously occur. A good day was had by all.
This is the Jeep before we really started packing. It contains all the things that have to travel with us wherever we go. Below is just a few of the things waiting to go in. I asked Linda before she started what percentage did she think she could get in. "One Hundred Percent", she said. I had my doubts . But she persisted and loaded more stuff, and more stuff, and more stuff until....... She was finally done and believe it or not she got it all loaded. I think we will make it just fine as long as neither one of us burps or exhales very much. I just hope we sell some of our stash. If we don't I will not be able to purchase a single thing. Where is the fun in that? And in case you were wondering, Yes that is a majorette hat on the right. Wish us luck and have a great weekend.
We finally had a little break in the weather on Thursday and I was able to get my tomato plants in the ground. It has been raining almost everyday for about a month now and I was beginning to wonder if it ever would happen. This little fellow is a Western Tanager. He and his buddies have been enjoying my bird feeder for about a week now. I guess he decided he owed me a little work in exchange for the free room and board he has been getting. Here he is busily eating bugs in the tomato patch. They are just beautiful birds and no matter how often you see them, you just say WOW. We have enjoyed spotting them and are really hoping they are nesting near by. They usually like the mountains so maybe they are just taking a little vacation before moving on. They are the best looking garden helpers I have ever had.
We will be heading out at 6:00 a.m. Saturday morning to drive to our Flea Market location. (Tell me again why we do this?) It is our first outdoor show and for the last couple of weeks we have been getting ready. We bought a tent and have been diligently practicing setting up so we will look like we know what we are doing. When we bought the tent a nice young man helped us decide on what we needed. It is an easy up tent that he assured us anyone can operate. I asked him, "Even two old fat ladies?" He wasn't exactly sure how to answer. He was trying to be very diplomatic but after a short pause he said, "I'm sure you will have no trouble at all." Give that boy a gold star. We have a huge pile of items in a staging area ready to be packed inside the Jeep. Linda is the master packer and somehow always gets everything in. I take care of the creative side. If I had to fiddle around with the packing I would fling half of our merchandise out into the middle of the street and go inside for a cup of coffee. That is why we work so well together. We each have our own unique strengths. How do you like our sign ? I painted the bottom of a #3 washtub and then put our name on it. I thought it might be eye-catching and the weight will help hold the tent down as well.This is our official Junk Camp Counselor. She will be on hand to answer any junk questions and possibly lure prospecting customers into our area with her curvaceous style. The poor thing has to endure standing on a copper rod all day. Oh the indignity of it all. We will be located in Shoshone, Idaho on scenic Highway 74. It is the gate way to beautiful Sun Valley and the home to The Whistle Stop Antique mall. Look for our tent on the Courthouse lawn from 9:00 to 4:00. Stop by and see us and be sure to get your supply of Penny's Big Ass Cookies. We will have a good assortment of excellent junk . I hope to see you there.
Every single day I see beautiful spacious work areas, studios,and sometimes even separate retreats that crafters have. I am so jealous I can't even describe my yearning for such a place. Alas, I do have a small area in my home. I call it my work room and it is a very small 10x12 space just off of my sun room. I cannot even show you what it looks like because it is always in a constant flux of organization. Right now it is piled with stuff I am getting ready for this weeks Flea Market. The picture you see above is really where I do most of my crafting. It is a very large desk in my family room. No matter how much I try to contain myself, this is where I end up working. I guess I am afraid I might miss something so I end up smack dab in the middle of all my families activities. The only real draw back is I am a bit of a neat freak so I cannot just leave my stuff out to work on when the fancy strikes. I end up cleaning up the space and then dragging it out when I get a little time to work on my inner creative genius. I am currently working on some bracelets. In case you were wondering I am planning on displaying them on the rolling pin. I know the whole mess looks a little like something out of a "Where's Waldo" puzzle but I know we are friends and I can share my inner messiness with you.