Home Sweet Home
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Slowly, slowly Robb and I are working on our house. We've been going to estate sales, from time to time, and this weekend we brought home a few gems.
This oak display table was a happy find. I suspect that it was sold as a flat-pack kit some time in the early 20th Century. You thought Ikea invented this? Apparently not. Here's a link to photos from a catalog of Mission/Arts and Crafts furniture company, selling flat-packed furniture as far back as 1907.
Whoever originally put the kit together didn't do a very good job, so Robb ever-so-carefully took the table apart and re-assembled it. It's odd to be repairing decades old slap-dashery.
We also found another vintage jug, to add to our modest collection. The solid green jug sits well with its companions.
I re-arranged our jugs, and need to glue them back in place with Museum Wax. In earthquake country, fragile antiques need to be secured.
It only took two years to find a lampshade for our bathroom. At least I didn't have to conk myself on the head to get this one.
And yeah, the walls are still not painted. What can I say? I paint all day long, and am not terribly motivated to scrape paint off my ceilings when I get home from work.
Also, I suck.
Speaking of sucking, we've made damn sure that we'll have a vampire-free kitchen. If the home-grown garlic doesn't deter vampires, we'll fight 'em off with antique sheep-sheers and the world's most vicious cheese-grater.
We were delighted by these cans that once held local honey. The Desert Bloom is from Fresno, and the Floradale was packaged right here in Oakland.
After a day at the estate sales, Robb concluded that he and I have the aesthetic sensibilities of eighty-year-old rich people. What can I say? I'm a very young Little Old Lady.

Slowly, slowly Robb and I are working on our house. We've been going to estate sales, from time to time, and this weekend we brought home a few gems.
This oak display table was a happy find. I suspect that it was sold as a flat-pack kit some time in the early 20th Century. You thought Ikea invented this? Apparently not. Here's a link to photos from a catalog of Mission/Arts and Crafts furniture company, selling flat-packed furniture as far back as 1907.
Whoever originally put the kit together didn't do a very good job, so Robb ever-so-carefully took the table apart and re-assembled it. It's odd to be repairing decades old slap-dashery.

We also found another vintage jug, to add to our modest collection. The solid green jug sits well with its companions.
I re-arranged our jugs, and need to glue them back in place with Museum Wax. In earthquake country, fragile antiques need to be secured.

It only took two years to find a lampshade for our bathroom. At least I didn't have to conk myself on the head to get this one.
And yeah, the walls are still not painted. What can I say? I paint all day long, and am not terribly motivated to scrape paint off my ceilings when I get home from work.
Also, I suck.

Speaking of sucking, we've made damn sure that we'll have a vampire-free kitchen. If the home-grown garlic doesn't deter vampires, we'll fight 'em off with antique sheep-sheers and the world's most vicious cheese-grater.

We were delighted by these cans that once held local honey. The Desert Bloom is from Fresno, and the Floradale was packaged right here in Oakland.
After a day at the estate sales, Robb concluded that he and I have the aesthetic sensibilities of eighty-year-old rich people. What can I say? I'm a very young Little Old Lady.
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