I purchased two chairs on the last day of an Estate Sale…The minute I saw them I knew what I would do with them.
Then I hit a snag…finding the time to do a seemingly simple project.
My biggest dilemma was whether or not to paint the chairs…painting a chair is not as easy as it sounds…there are nooks, crannies, spindles and carved legs to deal with…and truth be told my attention span is more suited to painting a box.
This morning I made the decision to move forward with the project…no paint, just recover the seat cushions.
Here it is an hour later and the project is finished and I am drafting my blog and ready to link up to Miss Mustard Seeds Furniture Friday Blog…
I am really happy that I did not paint the chairs…they look great with the original finish and the certified organic burlap coffee bag seat cover. New dilemma…keep them or take them to shop?
There are girls who go to the flea market, and girls who go to yard sales. There are girls who go to craft fairs and there are girls who just go where the sales are..And then there are Girls who go Junkin’…and make it look real nice in a retail setting which makes other girls want to shop the junk and take it home…
I love other people’s junk…just this past week I hit up a yard sale out in the country and the guy had this big pile of rusty tools out in the yard, naturally I gravitated toward the rust. As I was zoning in on the pile of potential treasures I heard him utter the words…”Ma’am that’s not for sale”…What? Not for sale…then why is it in the yard? I tried a couple of time to get a good look at the pile of rust but he was having none of it…rust denied!
Junk is in…Other peoples old discarded rusted dented dilapidated tired old junk is in vogue. I follow quite a few Junkers on twitter and I “like” several junky Facebook pages…If you like junk check out junk bonanza, flea market style, the antique crank, funky junk, funky junk interiors, funky junk sisters and junk gypsy’s. These Girls know how to git their junk on!
Junkin’ or Pickin’ it’s all the same…and lots of people are doing it. And believe me there is enough of it to go around…I like to think of it as doing my part for the environment…recycling and upcycling…being green and all. Here is a little peek at my junk treasures from my Girls (and Guys) Gone Junkin weekend…we got our junk on!
…As I was pickin my way through row after row of funky junk treasures my junk radar was picking up a definite color theme…
…of blue and green…
was catching my eye as I scanned the offerings of the junk vendors…
This post is part of the Blogging Challenge: A to Z April Challenge. This post is brought to you by the letter “J”.
1 girl + 2 cups of coffee + city-wide yard sale = shabby chic junktiques!
On this particular excursion I did not score a truck load of treasures…but it is not always about the quantity. Today I was looking for a bit of texture and filler for the booth.
Today I picked up three vintage door knockers, a paper towel holder, a wire basket, a vintage pestle, a hanging votive holder, a metal stool and a couple of metal buckets.
The items I picked have great potential for repurposing. The door knockers would make beautiful pulls for an oversized antique cabinet. The paper towel holder would make a sweet jewelry holder. The metal buckets will look great filled with spring flowers or assorted soda bottles. The wire basket would look great filled with jars of homemade preserves.
Do you enjoy finding new uses for old things?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder or the do it yourselfer…I have a little problem hobby. I like to buy old junk stuff treasures. I like it dirty and rusty vintage. I also really enjoy merchandising decorating telling a story by stacking and layering. I have a passion for vintage Americana.
The confessions of a junkaholic goes something like this…I
stalk follow Facebook pages, Pinterest Boards and Blogs of diy-ers and junk lovers. I covet admire their unique style. I also steal am inspired to copy emulate what has given them success.
In November I
jumped in carefully weighed my options. I purchased an e-book, Selling in an Antique Mall: A Beginner’s Guide that provided great helpful information for junkaholics collectors looking to get into the game. I followed most some of the advice; chose a location and took up residence in an antique mall. Thus far, I have covered my first 6 months rent and I am half way to covering the next 6 months. Not too shabby for 4 1/2 months…especially since January was almost a total bust.
My space is relatively small, 10×9 but it is on a high traffic aisle. I do not have an obvious theme in my booth…I stock a wide range of
junktiques Americana. However, I would say that 95% of the items are “Made In America”. There is the odd piece of English Transferware and Record Albums that were pressed in the UK, the rest is American Made.
If you buy junk and resell antiques, love rust and you have an obsession for collecting other people’s discarded treasures please share a tip or two that helped you grow your vintage resale business.
I would like to know:
One womans trash is her loss and this nolagirlatheart’s junk style treasure!
Vintage Americana… It’s who I am! Let me just start off by saying that I grew up in the 1960’s. My Parents were probably 20 years old, that’s really young, when they built their first house. Needless to say I grew up in a home with modern furnishings. I will admit I grew to have a love/hate/hate relationship with avocado green and goldenrod yellow. Which are two colors I still avoid to this day.
However, I am drawn to so many things vintage. I love vintage jewelry and vintage coats. I admire the simple straight lines of vintage furniture. I love 60’s music; the Mamas and Papas, the Beatles, Rolling Stones and The Byrd’s. I admire the playful patterns on Pyrex bowls and the exuberant colors of Fiestaware. My own preference for vintage bowls leans to TexasWare. TexasWare is made of melamine, a type of hard plastic. They are light and durable. They were made in a variety of colors and are highly collectable. Thanks in part to Rachel Ray’s infamous garbage bowl.
I love the combination of chrome and vinyl dinette sets. They remind me of the days when our family would stop in for dinner at the Airline Diner on old Hwy 61 just outside of New Orleans. They also remind me of the many times my Dad would take the family to the Frostop, this is the actual place, for Root beer Floats and Ice Cream Cones. I remember they had car hops and the best root beer floats I have ever tasted. They were served in frosted mugs…and the root beer was creamy and foamy and yummy!
Now I hope I haven’t given you the impression that my house is loaded down with vintage americana like this house or that I drive a Hippie Van. On the contrary, I like including a single piece of vintage americana where you least expect to see it. Which was my intent when I asked Mr. Clause for a 1961 light blue AM/FM Alarm Clock Radio for Christmas. I had my eye on a 1940’s Hippo radio. Very funky and definitely a conversation starter. But the little voice in my head reminded me that I would also need an alarm clock…the hippo is only a radio…which led me to be more practical. If you can call buying a 1960’s vintage AM/FM Alarm Clock Radio practical. Mr. Clause came through with the highly sought after vintage clock radio.
Now I realize that this little beauty isn’t everyone’s taste…but she reminds me of some very sweet memories I have of weekends spent sleeping over at my cousin’s house. We would spend the days riding our bikes around the neighborhood picking thistles…why, I do not know…swinging as high as we could go on the backyard swingset…watching the late late movie and then crawling into bed and talking and laughing while listening to the radio until we fell asleep.
I am enamored with vintage americana because It’s who I am…
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