Here are some thoughts and photos from my latest pilgrimage:
The Dude abides. Yes, indeed these are bowling pins. They are old, heavy, and so sculptural. I want them for an entryway tableau or to use as bookends perhaps.
Creeper. This picture pretty much sums up why I love antique shops, especially old, damp, smelly warehouse ones. As I quietly go up and down each aisle, I feel like I'm searching for lost treasure, encountering ghosts, thieves, and the occasional creepy bald mannequin.
I recently saw one of these in Country Living as part of a very glamorous all white tableau and I want it for my mantle.
I thought this little guy was so cute. I would love to spray him hot pink.
I think this is an old buoy of sorts. It would look lovely next to my fireplace or on top of our china cabinet with some other found objects.
I bought three of these wooden shoe forms. I didn't know what I was going to do with them, but I thought they were neat. A couple days later, I saw this little arrangement over at dreamhouse :
Bust or bust! I want a bust so bad and this little fella is real cute... and kinda sad. Don't worry guy, you're destined for far greater things than holding up that lousy needlework!
After I told Tommy that it spun in circles, he was completely sold on this mod desk chair. Cha ching!
I thought this coffee table was mod and fabulous. So, apparently, did the seller and priced it as such.
I love this sink. I would buy it with my imaginary money, restore it with my imaginary skills and install it in my imaginary bathroom. I love my imaginary life.
When I was a child, I was afraid of mannequins. At the site of them being dressed or assembled, I would always exclaim, "I can't worry about it." I can't imagine what these images would have done to my childhood mind. The lady in the first picture doesn't look too happy about the whole thing either.