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Frankenblog

20 Jul

Dearest Readers,

With so very many things, as always, going on, I have been downright neglectful of this blog. It’s not that I have lost my love of sharing what’s going on, and anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I will strike up a conversation with nearly anyone at the drop of a hat*.

*Please do not drop perfectly fine vintage hats just to talk to me. If I don’t speak first, you just say hello. Deal?

So, I keep doing that thing where I try to decide if I should make a whole new blog and wash my hands of this one and make an individual blog for each thing I have going on, but in the last 10 minutes I have decided that scrapping one in favor of 3 will only lead to my being institutionalized. So below is a list of things you can expect to see here from now on.

  • Regular Posts from your friendly neighborhood vintage gal including Outfits of the Day,  tutorials, recipes, and picture heavy posts chronicling  my local, and hopefully far off, adventures .  (I’ve actually made a reminder in my iPhone calendar with alarms and all to see to it that these get done on the reg.)
  • Updating the Reel Roll with movies and TV shows that I’ve viewed and think may be of interest to at least one person.
  • Insanity. The workout, not my state of mind. I’m currently on my 4th day of it. I’ll likely randomly update about this too.
  • News about The Atomic Squirrel including sales and awesome finds that you should really go ogle at.
  • I’m getting Married! I know I announced that back when we got engaged. We are in the planning phase now and I want to share just what an awesome experience that is!

So that’s it really. I’m off to take care of a few errands and if I’m lucky, get to photograph some places I’ve been meaning to. If any of this things appeal to you, subscribe, bookmark, and check back often. Your “likes”, shares, pins, stars and comments encourage me to keep writing with purpose!

 

Dashed Daydreams

21 Mar

So excited when I saw this. I envisioned it in my loft. Friends over, sitting, laughing, cocktails, movie night with Thomas,…..

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…..and then my dreams were dashed!

It had to have been in some formal living room, covered in plastic, since it was brought home. PERFECT. Went to the counter, I told the lady I wanted it….someone had just bought them. They literally just seconds before paid for it.

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So I just went and took pictures, then tried to buy it off the man who purchased it. No luck….at least it was cheaper this way and I didn’t have to haul them and carry them up my stairs.

That’ll be $4(arms).08(legs)

19 Oct

I have a weakness for thrift stores. The less visited they are, the more I seem to follow a beacon right to them. Today, for instance, I dropped into an unsuspecting little place that smelled heavily of musty books and white shoulders. I shop thrift, like I shop the grocery; I work my way around the edges, and look at the very bottom and very top shelves the most, because that seems to be where I find my most valuable, or at least personally cherished, items that I have adopted from such places. So, after I picked up a cookie jar about 3 times and decided that I didn’t like its energy, I rummaged through the comprehensive collection of unlovable dishes sitting in a most uninviting book case. Disappointed, I moved to the middle of the store, where I was drawn to a set of twins, to two lovely specimens of what the 1950’s had to offer in way of home furnishings. They were poorly dressed, clothed in the most vibrant burnt orange the late 1960’s had to offer, but beneath lay a most beautiful body, indeed. So after some haggling, I acquired my very sleek Meier & Pohlmann Arm Chairs, and finagled them into the back seat of my car.

On the ride home I pondered their new attire, and concluded upon heavy medium gray upholstery for seating, and a retro patterned bark cloth for the back. Both of these items I intend on locating and having in my possession by the end of the week.

Once home, I began undressing them, carefully removing the little metal bits. Brass tack, by brass tack I uncovered what I believe may be the original upholstery; a once bright teal and grey tweed which has been light bleached and worn thin and dingy.

So now in my dining area sit these two incredible chairs stripped down and disassembled. After having clearly being deprived of an imaginative eye and loving home, I cannot wait to complete this project and give them a spot in my little corner of the world!

I have yet to positively nail down a year for these babies, but I did locate an article online with an ad that has chairs by the same manufacturer that are almost, if not identical to, these from 1954.