Curbside shopping
If you are just getting to know me ....... you don't know that I have become incredibly cheap. Sheepie Neighbor says I'm frugal. She is waay too kind. I am cheap.
And I don't do "new". I don't know why......... I don't live well with "new". I'm perfectly fine with finding an old ratty chair and throwing a blanket over it until I can re-do it. But new ........... not so much.
Honey is also cheap ........ actually, much cheaper than I am in a funny sort of way. But he doesn't scrounge through the garbage like I do. Personally, if you put it on the curb for the garbage man -- I think it is fair game. And if it has my name on it (FREE!) -- Baby, it is mine!!!!
We will be driving down a street and I will scream "STOP!!!" And he will slam on the brakes thinking that a child has run out in front of the truck. No ---- there is just a great metal lawn chair along side the trash!!! Now --- I have to yell "Dive. Dive"--- it means STUFF.
So it surprised me the other day when he came home with these ---
This small child's rocker is missing an arm. Minor point. Honey can fix it now that he has his new bionic eye. ( I told him "No more cancer -- no more heart attacks." So he went for cataract surgery. I would have been happier with a hangnail!!!)
And then .......... he also brought home this ----
Cute, isn't it??? I'm guessing 1880's - 1890's. It doesn't have a pressed back -- very simple but really nice lines.
And notice my new project. I have got to learn how to cane. It can't be too hard -- after all, I weave baskets, do counted cross-stitch and knit fair isle. Same thing -- different material. And every thing is on youtube so watch and learn.
But it is truly time to learn. I love chairs. I buy or find lots of chairs. But if you come to my house for dinner -- you sit on folding chairs. Why??? Because of the seat conditions of my chairs -- they are used as end tables!
Notice how my books sag to the left?? That's because there is a hole in the caning there. Yea -- it is time to learn.
Quick story about the chair above. I bought 4 of those at my college roomie's mother's auction (ya get all that???) They were Julia's dining room chairs. So my BFF Cyn is at the house -- helping clean for a 4-H House gathering. And she is dusting away in the living room and asks, "Clink, where did you get those chairs? I feel like I have dusted them a thousand times." "You have -- I got them at your mom's auction!"
So learning to cane is our "winter" project. Yea -- you will probably hear about my trials and tribulations. But mark my words. One of these days ......... I'll be sitting pretty!!!
And I don't do "new". I don't know why......... I don't live well with "new". I'm perfectly fine with finding an old ratty chair and throwing a blanket over it until I can re-do it. But new ........... not so much.
Honey is also cheap ........ actually, much cheaper than I am in a funny sort of way. But he doesn't scrounge through the garbage like I do. Personally, if you put it on the curb for the garbage man -- I think it is fair game. And if it has my name on it (FREE!) -- Baby, it is mine!!!!
We will be driving down a street and I will scream "STOP!!!" And he will slam on the brakes thinking that a child has run out in front of the truck. No ---- there is just a great metal lawn chair along side the trash!!! Now --- I have to yell "Dive. Dive"--- it means STUFF.
So it surprised me the other day when he came home with these ---
This small child's rocker is missing an arm. Minor point. Honey can fix it now that he has his new bionic eye. ( I told him "No more cancer -- no more heart attacks." So he went for cataract surgery. I would have been happier with a hangnail!!!)And then .......... he also brought home this ----
Cute, isn't it??? I'm guessing 1880's - 1890's. It doesn't have a pressed back -- very simple but really nice lines.
And notice my new project. I have got to learn how to cane. It can't be too hard -- after all, I weave baskets, do counted cross-stitch and knit fair isle. Same thing -- different material. And every thing is on youtube so watch and learn.
But it is truly time to learn. I love chairs. I buy or find lots of chairs. But if you come to my house for dinner -- you sit on folding chairs. Why??? Because of the seat conditions of my chairs -- they are used as end tables!
Notice how my books sag to the left?? That's because there is a hole in the caning there. Yea -- it is time to learn.Quick story about the chair above. I bought 4 of those at my college roomie's mother's auction (ya get all that???) They were Julia's dining room chairs. So my BFF Cyn is at the house -- helping clean for a 4-H House gathering. And she is dusting away in the living room and asks, "Clink, where did you get those chairs? I feel like I have dusted them a thousand times." "You have -- I got them at your mom's auction!"
So learning to cane is our "winter" project. Yea -- you will probably hear about my trials and tribulations. But mark my words. One of these days ......... I'll be sitting pretty!!!
Comments
1. Eddie has become used to me whipping my head in the car as I spot something. and/or greeting him at the door with "hey, would you mind going to get something for me?" if I saw it while running errands with zach and couldn't grab it.
2. I APPARENTLY have a thing for chairs. As I've rescued quite a few, and had to RESTRAIN myself from buying more at yard sales this summer. We kind of have more chairs, than butts in the house :p And only one has been started on (painted, now needs the cushion sewn)
So you learn how to cane, and then show me :)