As I was saying—-For the record, my husband is crazy. But it is the best kind of crazy you could ever hope for. At the moment, he is intent on saving us from being washed away in some very heavy rains. Noah doesn’t need to be called in for a consult by any means, but it is charming to see his sweet intensity to divert rain and gutter run-off as if Satan himself had come calling. It is late, dark and (obviously) raining. I will prep warm clothing, get dinner to the brink of serving, and ready a hardy hug. Tomorrow will hopefully be drier and his attentions will once again be directed to the true craft at which he excels: turning old salvaged discards into useful and beautiful treasures.
As you know, we are always on the lookout for great vintage finds at yard sales and flea markets. The thrill of the search never diminishes for us. This year was our first visit to the annual Grand and Glorious Yard Sale and it is sure to become a lasting tradition for us. We left the hall with many a treasure, but most triumphantly we tucked this oversized wooden train engine with two towed cars securely under our arms. I have visions of an extensive display at our shows, this choo choo set up on a rustic antique workbench next to the 1930s hoosier. Stuffed toys, yarns, kits, and vintage laces, baubles, and other vintage oddities in tow, each car overflowing with goodies.
Or it could be a kitchen island, too. Frankly, we brought it up to my studio for the photo shoot, and I want to put it to work as a storage master. It is tempting me with its handiness.
We salvaged this antique oak bureau from the basement of a candy making workshop. Dave thought I was daft, but I think he figured we’d at least get some kindling out of it. Good guy that he is, he humored me as my vision for the piece evolved. He even did all the work. Stripping off the finish, we found the warm patinaed hues of solid oak. Pieces of drawers that were too far gone to be saved were used to create open shelves instead. Wine, baskets of kitchen tools, fabric could all be stored beautifully. In my intitail vision of this piece as a mobile bar cart, the top functional drawer would be used for the barware, but you could put a rolling pin it, too, if you wanted. Meauring 39″ w x 19″ deep x 36.5″ tall, it is sure to find the perfect spot in someone’s home. $475.
Well, we’re exhausted around here, and our dogs are feeling ignored, but , oh, what a fantastic weekend we had. The September Vintage Bazaar was spectacular. The weather miraculously cooperated, there were good people, good food, and of course, good finds! We’re ignoring all the unpacking we need to do, nonetheless, we are already dreaming up new ideas for the June Bazaar.
The great thing about having a barn is that you have a place to store your stash of salvaged and flea market goods. The bad part about having a barn is that you have a place to store your stash of salvaged and flea market goods. And even with a small barn like ours, things accumulate. A lot.
When our barn is brimming, or just when we feel like visiting old finds, we take a stroll through our collection to see what’s what. When things go well, we leave with arms and heads full of fodder and ideas. On a less successful venture, we leave with bowed shaking heads asking what are we going to do with all this hoarded stuff. We are turning into our parents…
Salvation comes in many forms, and for us on this one day of touring, we left with armloads of balusters with beautiful faded and chippy paint. There are a couple of things in the works with these, but the first to emerge from my husband’s workshop was a nifty little footstool. I knew the compact proportions were going to make it the perfect foot prop for a guitar player or quilter looking to balance her frame.
My turn to add my touch to a piece we are working on together is always a bit daunting. I never want to screw up anything my guy has already done, so I agonize over fabric choices. But I’m very happy with this one: a worn but sturdy little remnant of an antique oriental rug. So, our work here is done.
Time goes by so quickly and it was certainly a winter of busyness rather than hibernation, but last weekend the wintry nap of flea marketers came to an end. Todd’s Farm Flea Market’s first day was an awakening of old friends, familiar rituals, and great finds. I still need to picture and catalog all the goods we reaped in, but suffice it to say that the studio is brimming with new fodder for our crazy ideas, exquisite pieces will be joining the decor of our home, and our Ruth got herself a nice new napping spot in my studio office in the form of an enormous vintage wooden shipping crate.