Living Life in Color

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“Color Me” in All Things Vintage, Old, Bold and Beautifully Different

image Ever since I was a kid I have enjoyed coloring just a wee bit outside the lines.  At this point in life, rather than try to change who I am, I decided to celebrate what I find so wonderul in life and that be all things old, junky and colorful.

Pictured are just few of the items currently down at the “Junk in the Trunk (and then some) booth in Morton’s Antique Mall in beautiful downtown Yakima Wa.image image image image image

The Bigger The Baubles, All The Better

I found this old dresser in the shop of a home my boys had purchased as a rental.  To say my heart skipped a beat is an understatement.  Sometimes when coming across worn out pieces from yesteryear, I have to remind myself to “breathe, remember to breathe.”

The last two days I have tackled the rustic relic and have had so much fun doing so.  Yesterday I drank wine and blasted my Dean Martin tunes all while cleaning, scraping, and painting.  Believe me I got the paint in and on parts of me that not even my sweetie sees too often.

Today was even better because Liam, my 6yr old grandson helped me run the sander and I made sure the drawer he did is right on top.  He even attached those beautiful knobs to couple drawers.

When I start a piece I only spend money on either fabric or knobs.  To me the bigger the baubles or flashier the fabric, the better.  I usually use sample paints I pick up for couple bucks at hardware store.  I make my own chalkpaint with plaster of paris.  Because this dresser has a cedar chest in bottom drawer, I stained all sides of drawers and also used a honey paste to polish.

My goal was to restore a little “quirky” grandeurimage to such a pretty piece of the past, have fun doing so and spend quality time with my cherished little friend.  I got it all in and am so grateful for that.

Junk in the Trunk (and then some)

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I love SUMMER!!!!! As I bask in the warmth of the summer sun, I allow myself to breath in full bore the smell of bbq, lavender, sun block and bug repellent.
But the very, very, very best part of summer is YARD SALES, they have an aromatherapy all their own. Oh that sweet smell of summer sweat and the desperation to sell “junk” is addictive. Nothing compares to pulling up to a curb and wanting to jump out the car, long before it’s parked.
This is where I confess I suffer from a severe case of “junk-a-mania”. If I see a curbside freebie, that only feeds my junk addiction. The junkier, the better. The uglier, the more fun the challenge to make a pretty again. I actually consider myself a kind of “plastic surgeon” for the worn and discarded pieces of yesteryear.
Because I have no desire to attend a 12 step program for “junk-a-maniacs”, I have decided to own my need to re-vive, retweek, and emerse myself in the memories of past.
I proudly own the stain under my fingernails and when I wear my paint stained clothing I’m kinda inviting others to give that “your mama dresses you funny” stare.
In fact I have decided to celebrate my “flea bitten/flea market” affliction and sell my trash/treasure in my own little “Junk in the Trunk” (and then some) booth inside a local antique mart.
Summer has just started and already been so good to me and I hope for all you other “junk-a-maniacs” your summer days are filled with curbside freebies, flea markets and barn sales galore.

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Before and after, the middle pic is the completion of two more “one of a kind” pieces of transformed “junk”.
The dresser has fabric wallpaper on top and on two drawers. Because I learn as I go (much like life) I sometimes have to learn the hard way (again much like life). In regards to the dresser this was most certainly the case. In the future I will apply texture on the front of a piece, no longer on top. Also when applying the paper I tried spray adhesive and it was very difficult, messy and did not stick as well as hoped for. However good old Mod Podge went on with ease and stuck like glue (hee-hee, that was a funny!!!!!)
The beautiful (some may say ugly) lamp was at total labor of love on my part.
When I stumbled upon the two two beat up, paint-stained, tarnished relics of the past at a local yard sale I could feel my eyes widen, palms sweat and my heart skip a beat. I may have even drooled just a little.
I’m fully aware this is not an attractive sight, but sometimes it actually works to my advantage. People usually are pretty quick to want to make a deal and get rid of the crazy lady with the with overactive “junkyard” salvation glands.

Repurposed Lead Glass Lamp (Planted in Light)

You just have to love spring. The world comes into full bloom under the warmth of light. Here in the Northwest it really is beautiful year round. But for me it’s spring, summer and YARD-SALES that brighten my day. This … Continue reading

Dropped the Drawers and Got My Mod Podge On

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This old dresser may have been a sight for sore eyes to some. But not for me. In fact when I got a glimpse of this relic I envisioned all the possibilities that come with, sanding painting and a little imagination.
This piece was going to allow me the opportunity to peak past just paint and see what could be done with Mod Podge. I had not ever tried it up to this point. I could hardly wait to drop a little Mod Podge and Dollar Store gift wrap (because I’m all about saving a buck) on those drawers. The process was a little time consuming and for me messy. In general though I loved learning a new technique and was quite happy when my vision became reality.

It’s All In How and Where You Look (when you’re about to put a little paint on the old barn)

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It’s official I am now a total yard sale junkie (I hope I don’t have to explain this to you, but just in case, the previous statement is a play on words and FUNNY).

Besides stumbling upon my long lost ass (previous post that you really should go back and read) at a yard sale a few weeks ago, I recently came upon a couple more diamonds in the rough and I do mean rough.

I’m starting to realize that finding the long neglected piece of trash/treasure gets me hooked with just the fun of the hunt. But what really trips the trigger and floats the boat is then getting it home and beating the rough right on out of it. Lord, what a rush! Let me interject right now, that I am one heck of a boomin baby boomer and I know a good rush when I get one.

Enough of that, now back to the good stuff. After paying next to nothing for the junk (which is a high in itself) I can hardly wait to get my refurbishing on!!!!
My husband has told me for years that “it never hurts to put a little paint on the old barn.” I’m pretty sure he has been directing that statement in my direction since menopause. But nonetheless it most definitely applies to my old/new treasures.

It is so satisfying to make something old, new again. Actually as I write, it dawns on me that for me this yard sale-ing, refurbishing thing is a metaphor for life. We all start off shiny (maybe a little pruney too) and new. With much love, luck and sometimes neglect a lot of us get worn out, tired and old. But, hopefully with a little help along the way somebody still sees there’s really no such thing as old junk. There’s treasure in everything and everybody if you know where and how to look.

“It Wouldn’t Be The First Time, We Lost Our Ass.”

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Just this last Saturday my husband and I partook in some well deserved, much-needed and ohhhhhhh so anticipated yard sale madness.
We got up way early (meaning just past the crack of dawn), combed our disheveled hair, brushed our wine stained teeth (from the fun Friday night prior) and dawned our best sweat pant attire.

I am of the opinion it is just pretentious and almost a sin to overdress for yard sales!!!!

After breaking open our poor piggy (as in bank) we were ready to hit any and all neighborhood street vendors with vigor.

Yee-haw, let the yard sale madness begin!!!!

Our first stop was just a little boring, to say the least. A couple of silk plants, a TV (circa 1973) and a poor mans excuse for a closet (aka, very old elliptical machine).
With just a yawn and turn of the key we blew out of that snooze fest with vigor.

I got to admit right here and now, I get kind of get a rush when it comes to yard sale-ing. God help any other grandma who thinks she can beat me in a knock down, drag out, nickel pinching deal on some overpriced, worn-out, piece of crap nobody really wants anymore deal.

It was somewhere down a long line of garage paraphernalia, way past the dust-strewn boxes of gross yarn and toy’s that had been handled with way too many mucus filled hands that I felt my heart skip a beat. I had stumbled upon yard sale gold and found my long-lost ass (aka, vintage concrete boro with cart).

There it was barely standing on three of its four legs, an old weathered ass, just like me. I loved it and couldn’t wait to get it home. I even got my husband jazzed about our new treasure, (not the first time he’s gotten excited over my ass).

After hauling our ass home I snapped a photo of our new piece (of ass). I promptly posted the pic on facebook and noted simply “our new ass.”
The comments that came in convinced me that a lot of our family and friends have the same goofy, maybe a little immature (and thank God for that) sense of humor that my spouse and I share.

I was so tickled that everybody loved our ass soooo much. But then I became a little concerned and asked my darling husband, “what if somebody, steals our treasure from the yard?” His response was calm and priceless, “Dear, it wouldn’t be the first time, we lost our ass.”