I am throwing in the towel for today. That’s it. I’m done for July. Continue reading
I don’t often talk about my husband here on the blog. I tend toward privacy regarding the relationships in my life in order to remain professional but occasionally I think it’s a good idea to let my readers in on some of my personal life.
We all speak our love in different ways. My husband is very good about telling me he loves me verbally. But it’s the quiet little things he does that speak the loudest to me. Recently when I was working on my Maple Seed Butterfly project, I was trying to finish up in time for the Double Dip Flip deadline. I had thought I saved up more than enough maple seeds (a.k.a. helicopters) to complete the project. On the day I should have been photographing it I was scrambling to try to find some more seeds. Some of my stash had torn spots and others weren’t dried out enough and were still too green. I didn’t have enough good ones to finish. I went into resourceful mode and scoured the yard to no avail. We even checked the gutters on the house but found none. I decided I would try to make do and resigned myself to using some of the funkier shaped seeds that I had previously rejected. I continued to work, sorting through the seeds to find any that would pass. I began gluing the first few layers, hoping that I would have enough.
A couple of hours into the process my husband came home from mowing grass at our son’s house. With a grin on his face (that handsome devil!) he presented me with this:
Beaming with pride, he told me how he found the pile of maple seeds under the car port at our son’s house. Can you stand it?! He rescued me. In his quiet, sweet way he provided for me. He hunted and made the kill. He used his hat to bring home the spoil.
I was able to use several good seeds from the pile he brought me and honestly the piece would not have turned out as nicely with some of the seeds I was going to settle for. His gesture was a project saver but more than that it was an act of love that I will always treasure.
My kitchen is in what was the employee break room when my building was the town bank. It is long and narrow, edged with a long sink on one side and two arch-topped windows with the hot water radiator in between on the other side. You won’t see my kitchen featured on a blog. You may have a hard time telling if it is 1940 or 2015 inside. I feel comfortable in my uncomfortable little kitchen. I paint, sand, glue and fix things here. Everything that is in it is a reject from the shop for its broken, repaired or cracked condition. But, I’m not done playing with it yet.
The reason I came in here was not to show you the kitchen. I want my little antique shop enough that any inconveniences are easily over-looked. Anyway, I want show you these tulips.
I’ve never seen a flower glow like these do and the scent is divine. Did you know most fragrant tulips are early blooming types in the orange and red family?
I have to make a quick run to the post office to mail an eBay package. Come with me. It is close to the shop.
When I walk to the post office, I usually walk past this building. It used to advertise Gold Medal Flour on the side. One day, I called the corporate office for Gold Medal Flour in Minnesota, asked to be connected to the right department and then asked the representative if General Mills would possibly donate the paint so the town could repainted the advertisement in a long-lasting oil paint. They said no because “Gold Medal Flour only donates to India.” That is what the woman told me. I still think about that when I walk past the building.
This is the next home. The new owners did a fabulous job of keeping its best qualities. It looks so sturdy, doesn’t it? I imagine that its owners feel safe during storms within its sturdy framework.
This house is the next house on my errand to the post office. I just turn left and the post office is around the bend.
Everywhere in town the sidewalks wear a layer of flower petals. Have your ever seen anything so pretty? The sign says that animals and people have a refuge on these grounds.
This little dog run leads to the front gazebo. Walking to the post office is interesting because there are short-cuts, back ways, and alternative paths…and it is only three blocks away.
My kitchen clock says it is time to get back to work.
I am remembering our uncle this Memorial Day, Capt. Donald August Peuckert, killed at the Battle of Saipan on June 15, 1944, at the age of 18. Two thousand marines were killed that morning and before it was all over, the total number of people killed (civilians and soldiers on both sides) numbered more than 30,000.
Later, my grandmother received a letter from a friend of Uncle Don’s who was also there. He wrote , “It was such a beautiful, calm day that we would not have guessed that a war was going on.” Only now, when I am decades past the age my grandmother was then, have I learned from reading about that morning and the night before, that his friend wrote these words to comfort my grandmother and that they were not really true. I am glad she never knew truth. It was hard enough as it was.
Wishing the world peace,
The beginning of a new project… I planned on doing the upholstery on this child’s Edwardian version of an adult’s over-stuffed chair myself. Then, I saw that the springs needed tying. I traded the upholstery job for selling a couple of … Continue reading
I spent part of last week working on a couple of assemblage art projects. I used old parts and old artwork and some vintage linens to create a 1940s Florida motel door and a make-do child’s circus toy. Whether these … Continue reading
This apron was a mystery to me. I thought someone made it, but didn’t complete it. There are no neck straps or ties. Then I saw this pattern and the purpose was clear. It was a style of apron that went … Continue reading
As you come and as you go this Christmas, I am sending you my best wishes for a cheer-filled and meaningful Christmas, from my place to yours, I wish us all Ginene
A small stack of paper sits on my desk today, all found after the removal of drawers from several pieces of furniture. An old recipe for a coffee cake. Three tiny cookbooks probably picked up at a grocery store. Two are from the 1920s; the Domino Sugar … Continue reading
Last week, I found some furniture whose sale, I know, will pay my winter utility bills. Five pieces of solid walnut furniture decorated with hand-painted scenes and fancy bird’s eye maple and mahogany veneers, very French, and some of the best furniture America ever had to offer … Continue reading
Here are just a few examples of the many vintage metal rakes I decorated this week to sell in the shop. I ask 12.00-15.00 for them and when a customer decides to change to something new they get a strong, good old-fashioned metal rake. … Continue reading
Have you ever wondered how vintage clothing dealers present such perfect examples of 100 year old clothing? I’ll share a wonderful stain remover recipe with you. Stain Remover One Cup of Cascade Dishwashing Powder and Two Cups of BIZ to Five Gallons … Continue reading
I’ve painted and sold a lot of furniture this month. It looks like I forgot to put the handles on this one before I took the photograph. I was lucky to find this piece with all the original Eastlake handles still … Continue reading
I have walked past this old farm for 12 years and today was the first time I walked up the driveway. No one has lived here for years and it now belongs to the conservation society. They don’t have the money … Continue reading
This antique rocker with a fancy double steam-bent seat and face of the mythical Pan detail was a recent find at an auction in Wisconsin. Rocking chairs aren’t in fashion now but if you have a front or back porch they are wonderful for old-time comfort. … Continue reading
A favorite way of calling attention to groupings of “smalls” in the shop is to cover them with a glass cloche. Here are a few vignettes I had the fun of putting together today. Bell jars are perfect for putting small mementos and collections out in … Continue reading
Last week, my busy and private friend, Margaret Cox and I got together for a day that started with cappuccino at her beautiful home near Rockton, Illinois. Margaret and her husband, Kevin Darrah, own a company, Darrah Barns, that installs barn … Continue reading
The real estate taxes are due on June 4th. It can get pretty scary around real estate tax time, but the bills are paid and I have somehow managed for five years to work for myself during a pretty … Continue reading
This post has nothing to do with fixing anything vintage or antique. I’ve been thinking about nothing but those things for the last 12 years. I love the stuff and everything about it. From old kitchen utensils to hand-wrought wheelbarrow wheels, … Continue reading
Hi! Can you come for a walk with me? I’m just walking around the block. I want to show you the Violas. First a short-cut down the path, past the old church and then into the neighborhood. I … Continue reading
I’ve been cleaning out the basement for weeks. That always leads to lots of projects and very little cleaning of the basement. Here, a basket of tourist wooden shoes becomes a door wreath. I found this old board from the front of … Continue reading
One of the ways I have fun in the shop is to ask people why they collect a certain thing. It is a fascinating way to enjoy the unique aspect of other people’s life experiences. I have found many Mid-Century Asian figurines for one of my long-time … Continue reading
The House at the End of the Road Do you have a lovely place you can walk to or past when you are getting your daily fresh air? Well, look how lucky I am to have this pretty place near … Continue reading
Fox and Finch Antiques was featured on lilhuckleberries today! What a compliment it is to have professional interior designer, Wendy Nolan, chose something I created. Thank you, Wendy. I am “sponging up” everything you write.
I’ve meant to share a couple of these photographs with you for a long while. The horse is a Friesian; named Felkert K, and photographed here for a 2014 calendar entitled An Enchanted Carousel. Each month is illustrated with a living carousel … Continue reading
…Joanne S Joanne, your new candle will be shipped to you on Monday. Please drop me an email with your mailing address. My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org. And, I hope this is the beginning of a delightful spring and summer … Continue reading
Just a little springtime give-away… Continue reading
“Time has this way of slowing down and speeding up, depending on how it feels.” – Carol Lynch Williams, Waiting 8:00 am, March 5: I took this picture standing at the back of the building in the doorway a few … Continue reading
Yesterday, the sun shone brightly and most of the day’s sales were for antique cement garden sculptures. These two 1930’s stone lions were kind of hard to let go. Aren’t they gorgeous? I like the way the paint wore and … Continue reading
Richmond had the loveliest snow fall yesterday. Around noon, seven-year old Maddie, from across the street, pushed the heavy front door open and asked if she could shovel for me. I like kids, especially ambitious kids, and I handed her … Continue reading
Living above my shop is all pros and no cons. I don’t have to drive to work and I can bake oatmeal raisin cookies and offer them while still warm to people who come in on a winter day. The … Continue reading
If you do a quick search on Google Images for vintage postcards, you’ll find hundreds from which to create a unique presentation package to send through the mail. Print it on cardstock, wrap your small parcel, and mail off the … Continue reading
A beginner’s tutorial….. When a great chair comes your way, don’t discount it because it is wobbly or has loose rungs. Even missing rungs can easily be replaced if the part was a simple dowel. I’ll show you how to … Continue reading
The Graphics Fairy web site is a free resource of over 4,000 vintage images for any creative work that you can dream up. Block Posters is the go-to spot for free image enlargements. The Graphics Fairy has a dozen tutorials on how … Continue reading
The paint samples I ordered arrived today VIA UPS. They were frozen solid! The UPS man said the electronics in the trucks are all going hay-wire. Engine, oil and all other kinds of lights are flashing on and off or … Continue reading
It is a snowy day today in Richmond and it was a good day in the shop with a lot of people coming down Broadway Street to go to the Christmas tree farm at the end of the street. I … Continue reading
Decorating my Christmas wreath last week in kitschy 1950’s and 60’s ornaments brought nostalgic and bittersweet family memories to mind. There is a German word that best describes my thoughts that day. We don’t have an English word for it. … Continue reading
I like everything about vintage linens…the embroidery, the high-quality linen or cotton and the crochet-lace edges. A boxful often comes home with me from an auction. Inside, the handy work of American girls and women from the Victorian Era through … Continue reading
I gave all of the lampshades above a new look using the technique described below. It is a fast, easy and very inexpensive method to update a second-hand lampshade. You will need: A paper lampshade scissors spray adhesive (I use … Continue reading
Want a little Christmas joy in the office this year? My small Bottle Brush Tree Christmas Planters are the perfect size for desk tops, window sills, book shelves, or any place you would like to see a Yule-time harbinger of … Continue reading
Moss grows on the north side of the alley pavement behind my building and I brought some in last week in anticipation of missing everything green in January. I filled plant saucer pots with soil, pressed the moss inside and … Continue reading
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One of the fun things I do when I have a dining room table in the shop is create centerpieces from some of my favorite finds. Here are some centerpieces with “Squirrel” motifs that I put together today.
With a large family present at an auction today on an old farm in southwestern Wisconsin, bids ran high as the immediate family and nieces and nephews tried to win an item tied to their memory of the 97-year-old woman who enriched their lives. The woman and her Swedish husband bought the farm in 1944. They raised eight children in the house. But, she spent the last 18 years living on the farm alone.
A neat white house sat in a circle of barns, sheds and out-buildings, all empty now. The vintage tractors, implements, fencing, and thousands of parts and tools leave on trailers and in the beds of pick-up trucks throughout the day. Old members of the woman’s flower garden wave slightly in the breeze of this off and on blue day.
I am, being a woman, am mostly interested in the life of the woman of the farm. A granddaughter shows me the site of her kitchen garden. I can see the grey poles that once held up the clothesline.
There are four apple trees, two grape arbors, a large cherry tree, a stand of raspberry bushes and, I am sure, there were rhubarb plants at one time. A granddaughter tells me that her grandmother made apple butter, apple sauce and apple pies, but she rarely used the cherries. Hundreds of blue canning jars with zinc lids sold. A Victorian cherry pitter comes up for bids. It is a big black cast iron affair and I wonder if the work involved didn’t merit cherry jam.
The heirs got most of the treasures they wanted and that is so right. I heard a young woman with a baby say to her husband, “Don’t let your emotions make you lose your head.” The weathered, but sturdy, outhouse sold for 215.00.
People who come to my shop often tell me that the shop has a good energy or good feeling inside. I think that comes from all the things inside the shop that were part of some wonderful person’s life. Each piece has its own story; its own interesting past.
My winnings of the blue glass jars will, no doubt, be upcycled into candle holders, light fixtures, snow globes or something else an imaginative person creates. I will keep one just because I like the sparkly blue glass and each time I look at it, I will remember the sweet, old-fashioned smell of hundreds of heirloom apples lying beneath the mother tree.